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The Serpent
He slithers menacingly across the floor,
hissing through his teeth.
Your skin crawls as quickly as he glides,
making your heart skip around.
His eyes rest upon you.
A voice in your head: WILL HE STRIKE?
You assume that the answer is yes,
but he turns his disproportional head
away from you, letting you rest
for only a moment. NOT RIGHT NOW,
the adder seemed to mutter,
though you know-you hope-
that it was your imagination.
BUT, I WILL BE BACK.
poem
by
Zoe Guillory
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