The Snake

The snake

reminded her of smooth grass

between gravel rocks where she stubbed her toe

blood oozing like hot syrup.

The grass had always fascinated her–

gentle blades among jagged stones.

The snake was like this–cunning,

resilient, out of place. Skin slick

but strangely warm.

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