The Poison Dance

A quarter moon hovered the girls as they frolicked and had minds in the moment. Memories of pasts happenings were gone in a flash. While the street smarts of a youth too wild, sat waiting and wondering when this viper would strike.
Never is a secret if it's unveiled. Unless the two take it to the grave. While her mind toyed with idea's that made a future not solid.
How dare that malicious vile excuse of a human spew damaging wounds that would never heal upon six baby's feet.
The other side of this apple, it is time to bite.