| Snake Sinking your fangs deep into his brain, you are never able to totally release him from your manipulations. I shriek and stand by, knowing I must seem calm, knowing I shouldn't say the words I could use to break your skull, to take away that voice you're so proud of. Strike at him, again and again, and watch my face as it contorts and twists, wanting to shake you, then pierce you with the arrows flowing from the bow of my mouth. I want to take my hands and use them like a sword to cut you into pieces and to stop your slithering. But then, not all your slithering, just that which affects him, which then affects me. You wave your tail and ignore his pleas, you only live for your own pleasure. Why can't you, for once, think of another? |
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