The Serpunt

by Renegade Angel   Apr 13, 2019


A non disposable monster, as I call it.

Just as I am alone, she slithers to manifest in front of me.

Her and her sisters seclude me into my mind. I feel as a young maiden who cannot escape the billowing curtains of a castle tower.

The first serpunt attaches herself as to say " you're nameless".

"No", I whisper.

Her sisters chime in.

"Disappointment"

"No", I breathe.

Their coils slither around me, cacooning me in their obscure scales.

No one is safe from the serpunts.

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