Mother-in-law’s Tongue

Forked, flecked like an

open mouth covered in spittle

in the midst

of an argument.

It sits in the shade,

biding its time,

watching for the perfect moment.

A suggestion here,

a remark there,

growing and growing

like a green, coiled snake

guarding every movement,

day and night.

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