Cross her and she’ll strike.
spitting the hot venom of harsh words
destined to poison the mind.
to the self worth of a child.
But you cannot blame her—
A serpent’s design is to protect.
You must have provoked the Beast
with an imperfect gesture.
You will learn better—
lest cold scales constrict
and crush the wisp of a white lie
from blue lips.
Give into the temptation of her taunting—
and you shall be banished
from the garden of your mind.
will flower in time.
Be reminded of your power,
for you are created in her image.