Slowly he creeps,
he slithering his way,
back into unwelcoming arms.
But in the midst of temptation
she welcomes him in.
With an exhale,
a long awaited breath.
A relief from the depths
Of a suffering she had known.
A temporary fix.
She knows,
but still she holds,
onto this unanswered prayer.
He releases his grip,
slowly he slips,
out of her embrace.
She inhales and holds.
With out a word she knows.
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