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Statuesque Rattler
I am carved of honeyed
Butter alabaster,
Shaped and gentled,
Curved
Into something new.
An old soul of a snake
Shedding skin
Revealing fragile freshness
Leaving behind
A useless coverlet,
Brittle and sheer.
I move through barren landscapes
With gentle forcefulness,
Solitary
Kind
But a wary shapeshifter
And you must earn my trust
As I am
Lusciously strong
But no longer
Easily taken.


