you will not speak
your doubt to my face,
yet it is I who am the snake?
coiling only to bite
and never for warmth,
as you sleep
i creep, and wrap myself
around your arm.
you react in fear
and I am forced
to hold on for life.
I grasp, nontoxic
fangs inject nothing.
assuming only the worst,
in your fear of death
you break my neck
only now can you see
mine is a harmless
color scheme.
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