Imagine a woman of slime, slithering around.
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sometimes I take a rat to bed
I’m svelte, thin, a Copperhead
my nostrils flare with air stripped bare
won’t you come join me in my lair?
watch me swallow things whole. do you dare?
mimic pythons love a big squeeze
(when hiccupping, I tend to sneeze)
if you want me to hush say ‘please’
slither, naturally, with ease
I’m HOT it’s in triple degrees
hold me too loose and I’ll slide down
but you’ll be smiling all around
your legs I’ll embrace fondle ‘round
strike when you least expect … profound
moaning, hissing, ecstasy bound
I tend to shed in the bed so
would you like me to pack up, go?
Copperheads—fast—never go slow
doing what we want, never say ‘whoa’
behold my snake eyes … glimmer, glow
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h