Slither

He is a snake in the grass

and I know it. Does he not think I recognize

scales roughed by so called good intentions and curiosity

piqued only when things go sour for thee? Striking on 

emotional pain and bad moments. Slither into the dark

bring into the light smooth talk and empty promises 

reserved for pillow talk and testing the boundaries

how far to coil your body next to me. 

I am on to you,

snake in the grass

slither by

Belly into the damnation of past.

-b.r.rivera