Rattlesnakes

Open the box slowly, 

Careful not to them let them in out,

Slide your fingers below the lid,

Pull it off.

*Clang*

*Hiss*

One slithers out

Slowly

Calculatingly

It whispers into your ear

Singing tales 

Venomous to the core

Wraps itself slowly around your neck

Cutting your breath 

Choking you

It snakes around your chest

Crushing your ribs

Digging into your heart

Makes a hit for what matters most,

Innocently pretends nothing is wrong

Seeks your shoulder to cry on

But asks you not to pry on

Once you know the truth

Go ahead

Throw a stone at it

Scream at it to go away

It recoils, 'wounded'

Remember, victimisation is her game play. 

Another slithers out 

Pretentiously

Sweetly 

Stares at you with its beady eyes

Convinces you that it means good

Bites you when you look the other side

This one claims to love you

As it fraternises with the enemy 

This one blames you of creating camps

Accuses you of the divisions.

It says it has morals,

So it won't bite your neck

Instead it will slowly cut into your heart

Because you thought it wasn't a threat.

One more crawls out

Sickeningly

Jealously 

A late arrival

Wrapping itself around your head

Telling you, they're happy for you

As their vicious tongue gives you a lick

You smile

Swat it off, lightly 

But it tightens the grip

Unsure of what it wants itself

Puts you on the guilt trip

They rattle you to the core

Creating their nest in your stomach

Burrowing into you

Throw them out

Scrape them off

Don't house them any longer

Out-about

Looking for another person to devour,

Meticulously they shed their skins

With it, the guilt of their sins.