3) a vipers victory

his dulcet voice, one of a serpent.

as sweet as honeysuckle, yet dripping with poison.

a raspy rattle sounds as a warning, 

signalling nothing but blood-red danger;

still all i feel is intoxicated as the searing beads of venom hit my skin.

fully persuaded by his charm i lean further in, until his smoky breath coils around my soul.

and i give in.

i can feel him sinking his fangs in deep, deeper yet into my heart. 

it skips a beat,

then two,

three,

and then i am his. 

every bone, muscle, neuron screaming to turn back, walk away, soothed. 

i give myself away once again, the exchange shrouded in secrecy.

any inclination to run dies with a dull scream as i find myself tumbling through anxious unknowns.

but one snake-like simper and my nerves fill with a drugged delight.

turning the nightmarish fall through wonderland, into a fairytale.

-s.c