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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