maybe everybody is a snake

maybe everybody is a snake
coiled up in sleep and
shimmering like a rainbow,
hissing when disturbed

spitting poison on the enemy,
hungrily attacking its prey
or just digesting and tired,
changing hideouts with the seasons

maybe everybody is a monster
lurking underground
moving without sound
with a lust to eat souls

maybe everybody is an angel,
walks in indifference,
has no language to be heard,
but wings made of moonlight

cold and beautiful.
and maybe everybody can fly
but does not know
the ways of the sky.

and just maybe
everybody can be a light
permeating blood and heart
into a dance of joy