Snakes
The grass may be greener, on the other side.
But in the grass are snakes, with deadly poisonous bites.
They wait for you to get near, so they can finally strike.
Leaving venom burning, their pleasure.
While witnessing taking your life.
Copyright © Chelci Biggs | Year Posted 2018
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