Venomous snake That bites my ankle. Slimy mark Imprinted on my skin. I did not even notice I was trespassing Your green garden. The one that I used to step upon With naked feet. I distance myself, Dancing, Dangling my legs Under my polka-dotted skirt. All I needed Was to doodle Small figurines On your blank notebook. Doodle away, And take a sip of coffee. Famine abounds And you need To stop wasting away. Willingness is the wonderful Gift of the soul bearers. They instill Fanciful thoughts And set them alight. Open sky, A broken key, Bringing down The merry outskirts. They do not want To kneel and fight. I run to the forest, I bite on lime, And by the finish line I carry on doodling. If only I wasn't wearing My polka-dotted skirt.