Boa

my ribs crack as the Green entity coils.
it’s muscled Emerald scales constricting my chest.
convulsing, choking, and coughing
I cave for relief.  I receive nothing but a conniving cackle.
crumbling deeper into the confines
of this carmine canopy,
I am consumed by a jaded comatose, haunted by consciousness
eyes failing to close, a cotton mouth ceases my cries.
I behold the characters, conceived in the womb of corruption.
they contaminate my core, burning it to a chaff.
It is not enough for the Amazon to see victory.
Cat, I am chained to the cold slate.
ivy fangs cut, drilling into my creative, costly essence. 
copy me, create a replica, you wear it, but it will never portray my soul
for you, Amazon, it is only a costume, an empty shell.
my heart is charred, you cheat me coyly.
I cannot climb the cascading cliffs.
I am captive to the canyon’s gut.
my wings are crushed, chopped to the bone.
I continue to sit, cradling my bent, crooked knees
as I caress my constant wish into the coarse sand.
each letter carrying my hope, containing my devotion,
despite the creeping roots that trap me in the stone cell,
I will cherish you.