Sweet Poison

December 29, 2008
By Eman Sahloul, Orland Park, IL

You bend down,
allowing it to creep up your
extended arm.
It begins to coil around,
twisting playfully
in and out of your fingers.
Its pleasantly, rough skin
glides against yours,
caressing your every inch.
Hairs stand on end;
You can hear the blunt sound,
the safe sound of its tongue,
hissing words of comfort
into your ears.
But suddenly,
suddenly the tongue is sharpened.
Its two forked blades ready to pierce
gnawing at loose ties of friendship, of trust.
It begins to coil around,
getting ever so tight...tighter.
The rings of its skin are cold; heartless and cold.
It bites and it stings
your thoughts of esteem, poisoned.
Your mind swims in a veil of darkness.
Your lungs go dry of air.
And before your eyes give away,
you witness your attacker
slithering away,
Loaded eyes filled with nothing.
A satisfied smile plays across its deadly lips
sweet, sweet deadly lips.
All goes dark.

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on Jan. 10 2009 at 5:34 pm
that was amazing , who is tthis!? i love your writing!

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