A SNAKE SLID UNDER MY DOOR I am awake at night, to close my eyes no more, in fear of the snake, sliding, underneath my door, begging me for, its secrets to keep, not to reveal its secrets from my sleep, about how he creep, under my door to sweep, my innocence, from underneath my feet, and rob me of my, security. I enter my room, my bones a- shake, in fear of, this slimy snake, who will make, me surely partake, and violate, my skin a- nake, and have his cake, when violent. I drag my feet, and I dread, the snake that slides, into my bed, behind my mother's oblivious head, and leaves me dead, with nothing but, the blood I shed, and a tearful eye, to peer the door within its sight, with hate and fright, awaiting daylight, that I long to see, to cast the snake - as cast he be, sliding away with my innocence, my innocence that he stole from me. Copyright, 1998 Erica Hughes
Reason for writing:
Molestion. I thought it would be something interesting to write about. (by the way, it's never happened to me!)
Birth sign: Libra
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