Venom
I'm surrounded by venomous snakes.
But they don't look like snakes to everyone else and no one else can see the bulging bites that leak venom into my soul every second.
Each attack used to feel like my body was shutting down, that nothing would make it better.
Now the numbness from years of venom has made me immune.
Not immune in the sense that it doesn't sting but how the bites are hidden, don't make my skin weep aggressively just subtly in the night when everyone is asleep.
No one can see then but me.
The venom is shutting my body down day by day and an antidote seems too hopeful to wish for.
An anecdote no one knows I'm in desperate need of.
While the snakes are dressed as bunny's and trick everyone around us i know the truth about the pain these 'soft', 'furry' creatures create.
The wrapping round my neck making me feel suffocated; lunging towards me if i breathe in the wrong direction; their little hisses i hear about me that make me feel like I'm worthless.
I can't escape.
If i cut off one head two take it's place and i get more pincers creating a painting of battered and bruised.
But the bruises aren't even visible so no one knows the things i endure, no one realizes the vipers i live with.
No one understands how exhausted i am trying to escape this snake pit i call home
Copyright © Lucy Harper | Year Posted 2025
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