The Snake

A Poem by Jenni Bailey

As soon as the Dark and I meet

A snake slithers at my feet

I’m under my pink covers, but not asleep

I stay still because my fear is so deep

 

I try to say ‘’this snake isn’t really there’’

And remind myself ‘’I always sleep here’’

My dark room knows how to feed my fear

But my soft pillow is a safe place to shed a tear

 

The Snake:Part 2

A Poem by Jenni Bailey

I see the same sly, ugly snake, but I’m not awake

I couldn’t crawl away from you, I froze all the way through

Your mouth is wide open, ready to bite down over words that weren’t spoken

I screamed out in pain… but not from the bite, was it because I know your name?

I know your slither, you want me to wither

Not this time, though, ‘’wanna go?

I’m ready because I’m steady

You’re not, I laugh because you think I forgot!