she’s sorrow sweet
serpentine saviors see
a scarred, scared,
silly, little girl
prey for stealthy sacrament,
she won’t be missed
will be savoured
delectably simple minded
her sacrificial skin—becomes silk soft shame,
she, they claim; stroking, slithering, stealing
but she, a simple soul, holds a softer strength
one that endures
after sacrifice, slithering
snakes flee
striking wagers with any devil
to hide in shivering sheens
sin sweats, stalls, spills, alone
serpentine saviours are stalked
stricken by shame
encased in delusion
while she, sorrow sweet, escapes
into songs of solace
she rests, slips from
the serpent’s curse
for the soulless
she knows
were human once too