He was a snake

October 2, 2017

He did not think before he struck.

He was a viper springing to attack.

He swiftly moved to push her.

The bruises formed on her back.

She felt bound and stagnant.

She could not process nor move.

The word “no” passed through her lips.

She did not know what to do.

His fingers were his fangs.

His voice lulled with a rattle.

His touch was his poison

And she fought a losing battle.

She felt the scales in his skin

And the glare in his eyes.

She almost felt as though

She was fighting to survive.

Now she writes in protest

Of her own victimization

So that one day maybe he

Will come to a realization

There was no possible way

She could have been clearer.

She kept saying “no”

And yet he drew nearer.

Her body was hers alone

And there was more at stake

For nothing else is so vengeful

Or so vindictive as a snake.

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