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.
