Sharp Teeth and Serpent Tongues

She holds a snake-like heart

Beneath a coiling ribcage

And wicked eyes of destruction.

A forked tongue flicks,

Filled with lies,

The slander slipping off her lips

And into the devil's waiting arms.

And he turns to her with a shark-toothed smile

And a promise of things to come.

The End

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