Lightning Fangs

I lie in front of the electric womb,
staring at it,
as if there is an umbilical cord of radiating light
wrapped around my stomach like a glowing snake
clinging to my navel with its fangs,
feeding me bubbling images of light
like venom, poison nourishment.
My knees pressed up towards my chest,
my fading hypnotized eyes
looking at the flashing snake skin,
seeing moving pictures
dancing on its rainbow scales.
I hope the womb would become
pregnant with death,
pregnant with death,
I press the button,
an explosion of blackness, darkness,
turning off the TV
I laugh,
sometimes life is not what you think it is.

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