Silver Tongued Snake

When I shed my husk, gives me time to reflect.

Thought you could be something, all you showed me was a lack of respect; you left me hollow and wanting.

Something's amiss; "I promise, we'll get through this".

We won't have to do this anymore, but my hope was left stranded in an abyss.

Your silver tongue perpetuated folk-lore.

This toxicity was many years ago now, and since then I've learned not to trust snakes. To you I thankfully no longer bow, since then I know not to make the same mistakes.

Rebirth, rejoice, resounding, full of grace.

De-stress, deliverance, destiny, my new face.