Ghetto Snake...

Microfiction

My new abstract portrait. ‘Ghetto Snake”. Acrylic paint on wood.

A con. Joker. Shape shifter. He’s a ghetto snake. Like a thief, he slithered and stole my fragile heart, gradually chipping it down to dust, but I won’t leave. He tells me he loves me even if it's a beautiful lie. I move like a pawn in hopes he’ll treat me like his queen.

But this shape shifting, heartbreaking con has dreams of his own. To shed his undesireable snake-like traits and to discover a better version of himself. He knows there’s more to life that isn’t filled with secrets and deceit.

“Imma get out the hood one day.”, he says.

Yeah whateva. I laugh in his face because he loves these nasty ass streets. The chase, the hate and the grime. Does he notice the mountains I moved to prove my love and loyalty? There’s no place out there for someone like him. There’s no one that can love him more than me. We’ll be here together..laid up in this one bedroom apartment.

I’m locked in.

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The inspiration…

A friend shared a story with me about the ghetto snake in her life. I told her I was using that name as inspiration because I never heard of it before.

This is a story about toxic relationships, loyalty and self discovery.

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Peace,

Alex B