Shed my old scales
Belted my waist with a tail-biting snake
Slipped on my silvery mail
I took a sliver of poisoned fruit
Held it under my tongue
Fell into the darkest mysteries
And spat it out when I was done.
Now I am making a tribe out of dirt and sea foam
We will charm snakes with our tongues
Levitate, slide, metamorphose,
And stare straight into the sun.