the snake uncoils to it’s infinite state
scribbles for eyes
, and off-set lines protudes from it’s sides like eyelashes
scars from an old time
injury so prominent it defies space and follows them, cutting through the air and filling the void with the cut
no scales, body unnervingly smooth
she had scales, the other one
she has a mane similar to the serpent in the void
horns atop her head
but she is gone
how fitting that the spirit of violence and fear
is the one to put an end to the spirit of rebirth and healing













