the slithery trail

i leave a mess , as i drag ,

silvery foam remains,

luminescent it seems,

but trashy gunk it is.

i extrude more from pores,

to fend off the larger carnivores,

to entrap the unfortunate,

my sneaky tendrils curl ,

but an organism,

with even a minimal will to live,

breaks free,

even without a nervous system.

stink does not last, praise be,

and so this vileness that you feel,

shall pass soon.

neither your olfactory,

nor a visual cortex,

need retain this.

but this foam i secreat is all i can.

it is mostly patterned filth ,

but it lubricates my underbelly,

and allows me passage,

through the terrain,

so for my best attribute,

as you request,

i express a vile substance ,

that reduces friction as i move.