A snake crawled into my eye today.
He slithered around my pupil, an Ouroboros of the mind.
His scales brightly flashed dark colors birthed in non-Euclidian maths.
He was born from a vaguely lotus shaped blob in the middle of my vision.
The petals were the exact hue of daytime winter lightning.
The blob appeared when the elevator-caused vertigo wrapped clammy fingers around my temples.
Eventually, the snake slithered off my eye and down my neck.
My scalp pulled away from my neck, bunching in anticipation of a venomous strike.
I can feel him waiting.
Waiting to encircle my head, the roots, my Yggdrasil.
I hope he goes back to sleep.