Whose is that picture there?
The eyes brimming over with childlike (childish) trust. I feel the serpentine guilt uncoiling
The lips are bloodied, the face bloodless;
For cold steel doesn’t nurture. The serpent awaits, hidden and alert
The arms I see, beckon:
Plead… Its muscles tense, the prey fast approaches
The lips part, I hear silent words,
Please… And the serpent flashes, the venom flows.
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