Silas slithered sneakily until he saw me, then surrendered. I screamed and slammed the mason jar on top of him and smiled.
"You're mine," I said,sliding a palm over the hole, shivering at the touch of slick-wet skin.
"I surrendered," he said sassy as always, slipping out a tiny tongue, and eyeing the cesspit I snatched him from. "Surrender makes my body yours, but I'll steal your soul whilst you sleep. You'll wish you set things right and let the silent cesspool sit. Stand aside, Sammy. Let me swim. I'll get you treasure sunk in the slithering sea."
"You won't trick me, Silas. I ain't never settin' you free."
So I sat awhile with sneaky Silas stealing sly, suspecting looks, and wondered if somewhere in that snaky-mind he had ways to set me into surrendering my soul as I slept. He circled round and round the mason jar, wriggling all the while and I whispered softly, staring into those saucy, Satan eyes," I got you Silas.
You're mine."
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Rotten Pleasantness: Dark & Strange Poems and Prose
PoesieMy first chapbook is full of things dark and strange. These 24 poems and flash pieces work to demonstrate the loss of innocence to the dark forces surrounding us. The reader is invited on a journey through childhood nostalgia, teenage awkwardness...
