“One bite won't hurt.”

Can I trust this snake? It’s all I know, yet it’s scary.

The apple, it shined with my name engraed.

“One bite won't hurt.”

It reaches towards the prayer I’ve always said if I do

But why does this feel wrong?

My hands shake as the apple I’ve yearned to grasp up is inches away

Why can’t I take it?

“One bite wont hurt”

The snake repeated, and the words sound comforting, and true.

It lays in my hand now, and my lips press against that apple, yet I wonder once more with my concern.

What if a bite, does hurt?