Literature
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Don’t look a serpent in the eye.
You’ll be rendered breathless,
Transfixed by its arresting, gold-flecked gaze,
Crouched beneath the loom of coiled convolutions.
Don’t be cajoled by rows and ranks of glinting scales,
Or by armor-plated smiles,
Because all that glittering gives way to a beautifully blissful end.
Beautiful. But still an end.
Then the regal head bobs and sways,
And sends a song across the hardwood,
Just low enough...just slow enough...
That you’re swallowed by the yawning void where time and place abandoned you,
With nothing—but an ache for fangs on flesh.