“A snake only sheds its skin to become a bigger snake”
He watched her weep with silver eyes,
A storm of sorrow, soft disguise.
She said the past was dead and gone,
That she’d awoken with the dawn.
She shed her sins like serpent skin,
Promised love would bloom within.
He held her close despite the ache,
Believed her vow, for mercy’s sake.
She coiled in warmth, she kissed like spring,
And whispered hope in everything.
Her smile was sweet, her touch was true,
At least until the poison grew.
The days went on, he dropped his guard,
Softened what had once been hard.
He fed the trust, let doubt decay
While fangs grew sharper every day.
For snakes don’t change, they only hide,
In brighter skins, their truths subside.
She struck with grace, a lover’s kiss
The final touch, the fatal hiss.
He bled in silence, cold and bare,
While she just watched with vacant stare.
No tears this time, no grand pretense
Just the hiss of old defense.
She’d only shed to grow her art,
A bigger snake with colder heart.
And in his grave, he learned too late:
Some second chances sharpen fate.
— Mekdes