The Snake

Her beautiful face covered in mud,
As she writhed in pain, screaming,
A pain, she couldn't feel, but it ate her,
Ate her inside, the pain of fear.

She coiled on my hand, hissing,
Tightened her grip, never to lose me,
I felt her heart beat faster, as she slipped,
Slipped away into a hole, A safegaurd.

I watched her slip through the hole,
The poison as it ran through my veins,
I felt my heart beat faster, and then numbness,
The two punctures, as it showed through my skin.

I never asked her, why she hated me,
I never asked her, why she disliked me,
I knew fear was all she had, when her teeth sunk.
For she was afraid of me, and me afraid of her.