Serpent Meets Wolf


I don’t know what else you could possibly want from me. I certainly don’t have anything left to give you. Is it my actual entrails you crave? Symbolism never did satiate your hunger. You won’t be satisfied until you savor my heart blood, warm at the back of your serpent throat. For you, motherfucker, are a god damned serpent–taste some more of the metaphors I fist down your bile soaked gullet, and be grateful I don’t shove them up your ass. Consider us even for the literal semen I’ve swallowed; I pity all the new women who will suffer your salt.

Slither with caution, snake;

I am a wolf.

And I fucking dare you…


*image: bitnote

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