Where Serpents Dwell
The sound of her voice passes through my ear like a low steady hiss.
I can almost see her split tongue flicking between her seemingly ceramic teeth.
I feel her eyes on me…cold and observant. I dare not make a move nor
Make a sound in fear of being attacked if I looked away.
I guess that’s how serpents are. They shed skin inaudibly; creep up on you when you least expect it.
I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.
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