The Warmth of a Snake


She wraps you in her loving arms.
Forcing you to feel her underline warmth.
But what you don't know, what you can't see,
Is the snake prowling under; deep.

She smiles in her crooked way.
Never saying what she needs to say.
The lies come too easily.
But, sometimes I think that's the way it has to be.

If the truth was told, it would have hurt too much.
A stab in my heart, a deep searing cut.
Her lies were a cage for my fragile soul.
A happy ending, a story I needed to know.

So, I dug my way in her lying arms.
Forced my face in her frosty warmth.
Needed to not know, needed to not see.
Curled around the snake, lying way too deep.

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