The Snake's Whispers

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There's a snake.
It speaks to me
and I pick it up from its place,
beckoning it's fangs to bite into me,
tear flesh and cut through sinew.


It slides it's way up my arm
and I pause,
wanting to feel it's sting
but then I hesitate.


Would the people I love
be happy if the snake were to bite me?
If I let it and they saw the scars
what would they think?
Would they be saddened
that I was hurt?


I go back to the kitchen
and put the snake
back in it's place
and although I crave it,
I can't cave to it.