the serpent slithered into your heart
spewing a poisonous spray
she seduced
lied
cried that you
need to know
she hurt you
when she hissed
all the secrets and non truths
of knowledge
she killed
My chances
With every word that slipped from her
Serpent tounge
A flower
an apple too tempting
But in a tree
a garden
Of sweeter fruit
A seed of desire
Sowed into a prosperous garden
Of could have beens
Of maybes
Watered
With the withering
Of a mouse's slow start
Slowly ****** clean by
A dry serpent heart