You slither slowly
through the garden grass
trying not to make a sound.
Slowly spinning tales made of lies.
Others don't see the real you
The snake
They don't see your underbelly
covered in dirt and dew
left from last night's rain.
The rain that was supposed to wash
it all away and make it clean and new,
instead it has turned to mud.
The hot sun bakes against your skin
like blistering truth.
How is it the others don't see it,
because like me they wanted to believe the lies
that were nice and pretty
The sweetness you offer
is like the apple of all knowledge
offered to woman by a snake.
It goes down sugary at first
then, you choke on it.
Choke until you spew out the bile.
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Comments: 7
If anything's going on outsie of gather, I hope things will settle down soon. Your words are true and remember that.
But they will and are and I am just so Damn proud of you!!!
Okay, okay, I'm going back to bed now..........