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The Scales of the Bitch

Updated on January 20, 2014
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The Scales of the Bitch

By Tony DeLorger © 2014

Hold back you reptilian bitch,

does not your scaled flesh repel from the likes of me,

of warm blood and compassion,

not you, colder than a steel blade,

heartless and without even empathy,

those eyes of black slits,

seeing through me, what I could deliver,

and slither you, who cannot be wrong,

beguiled by all you are not,

to have life in a fantasy,

far from the truth of you.

Through darkness you peer into dreams,

searching out redemption,

yet holding fast the blame of all else,

the light catching just a little of your scaled hide,

enough for me to believe a kindness,

at least a connection of warmth, consideration,

but hollow is your belief, your fantasy,

for what God has made stone, shall always be stone,

and I, believing in flesh and blood,

lost in your human dance, scales veiled in shadow.

Be gone from my mind,

the memory of you haunts my soul and chills my spine,

the shudder felt in all my thoughts,

when trust was betrayed, lies were made,

and those fangs revealed in the wronging of your will,

parted me from myself,

my vision impaired, smoke and mirrors,

and your forked tongue even you believe,

in your reptile life, oblivious to your own reality,

and from whence you came.

Slither away bitch,

no more shall you entreat this heart,

filled with love and hope,

all that is left is sorrow, for the likes of you,

lost in a cold world of manipulation and survival,

when all must be as you'll have it,

and no-one, no-one can do you wrong.

The reptilian DNA lives within many people, and the behaviour is not always obvious. But in the end, the reptile rises, cold and hard, and destructive in its own preservation.


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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you related Nate. Thanks for dropping by.

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      Nathan Bernardo 4 years ago from California, United States of America

      Another good one. I think I met her. Often.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Cat; didn't mean to freak you out, but when you meet someone like this it is quite a shock, and that's what I'm getting over. Thanks for dropping don't think about it anymore. Take care.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks pochinuk. I have no resentment for this particular person, and writing about them is more about the type of person they are. Apparently their are many walking this earth, and my poem is really more about sharing that. My response to them and my experience was more about surprise, for I have never met anyone quite like that. As always, I try to stir the pot with language.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Unfortunate, but that's life whonu. Glad you could relate. Venting is good for the soul. lol.

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      Catherine Tally 4 years ago from Los Angeles

      Creepy, indeed! We all have a bit of serpent within, yet no one wants to feel cornered by a viper or the lingering memory of its fearful hold. Now I'll go warm up my goosebumps:)

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      pochinuk 4 years ago


      "...beguiled by all you are not,..."

      " have life in a fantasy,..."

      "...far from the truth of you…"

      Hard,difficult situations or things when a complete subservience is expected outside of truth.

      Back in sixth grade:

      My unorthodox *teacher, had his students keep a Biology Notebook. *( He closed the door and did not use any of the conventional textbooks expected of him) In this tablet we had to line draw and use colors; illustrating what we saw. We could use the whole page. I would love it. We did not just do this once, but the whole year. He made it very exciting, no one failed. His choice to help us see the small matters was great training for my childmind.

      If I can use generational slang here:

      WHOA! Reptile DNA! Hit me hard dude. I had no choice but to embrace it- my sixth grade teacher would be proud of me too.

      You have given a full spectrum of color on a very destructive scale.

      Honestly, I have a notion that alot of people feel this way toward someone in their life, or something, and if spoken in this form, it would sink in the soul somewhere, but the brain would perhaps void it...sad.

      Thank you, again, as usual, always worth the visit,


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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      My friend, I think you have many and quite varied experiences to relate and some are very familiar. whonu

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Eric, I'm glad it had an impact. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Have a great day.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 4 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Well written, creeped me out, I hate snakes and it's freaky to think of reptile DNA in us.