Tuesday 10 April 2018

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.




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