Snake Bite

Today I am honored to feature an article in spoken word by my close friend who prefers to be known by the name La Femme Fatale. She also happens to be a well known public figure; articulate and precise in her wording. I especially like how she has presented a familiar situation today’s article. It is amazing how a lot can be said with such few words. This is deep stuff.

Interlude
I sometimes wonder
Whether friendships are meant to last forever
Y’know sort of like navigating stormy weather
It’s like Johnny in grade school
Was he a genius or simply clever?

…

Like a poisoned chalice
Drip drip
Your words heavy
Full of malice
You spread the word
To the nest of vipers
Stories in which, I was front and centre

.
Laden with lies
Sweetened with hate
Divided and spread out
Like a piece of cinnamon cake
I often wonder how you disguised your disdain
You always chastised me for being too vain
& yet in the same take
You moved quickly, swiftly and sharpened that blade
Not a moment too late
You thrust –
Plunged-
Using your entire weight
Sort of like a snake
That sinks its fangs deep inside
Leaving its venomous poison behind

.
I try to think back
To when everything was white and black
No shades of grey
Rolling in the hay
We must’ve been 9 or 10 maybe 11 hey?

.
What happened to all our girlish pursuits?
To our dreams of jumping out of parachutes?
Did they disappear?
Are they no longer here?

.
Was the apple too sweet?
The perfume too strong?
The one that led you to doing wrong?
To betraying a childhood friend
One who would’ve had you –
Till the end?
Over and over again?
No matter what happened?

.
It’s always the first cut that’s the deepest
The first bite – always the sweetest
You go through life – you face your weakness
You carry on – you shrug off meekness
You meet new people – you get acquainted
You forget the pain of disappointment
But never the sting of the snake- staring at you naked.