The Eternal Serpent of Eden
Thoughts of a Succubus
I skim across the surface
Leaving no trace
Making no sound
skim across it
no trace
no sound
I curl and sweep
Gliding on grace to make my advance
A tang fills the air
I slither through the darkness
Seeking the heady source
curl and sweep and glide
make the advance
tang in air
slither through darkness
Steel ribbons laced between bone
Molten iron pumps
The machine drums a beacon
Venom pools in my cheeks
My glinting eyes wide
steel and ribbon and lace in bone
molten iron, pump pump
machine, drum drum
venom, drip drip
prey, hunger, victim
So sweet is the taste of the fruit forbade
Fresh off the branch
Fresh off the stem
Unblemished
Unsullied
Untainted
Teeth rip through skin
Rot begins to set in
Sweet turns to sour in a fruit once tasted
sweet sweet
fresh
fresh
clean
pure
bite, rip, tear
rotten
tainted apple
Sipping the nectar
Poison souring the taste
Life’s essence ripped away
Husks cast aside
nectar, drank
taste, soured
spirit, taken
(body, dumped)
A fleeting feat
Flesh fades fast
Rot begins to sink in
Stolen seeds hidden under peeling skin
fading fast
flesh rotting
innocence stolen
A thirst that burns the throat
An endless chase
A hunger never satisfied
A foolish quest
A fruitless pursuit
fools
fools
fools
I lay in waiting
Without a breath
Without a sound
Another shell left behind
Ruses stirring in my mind
i am the trickster
Honey dribbling between your fangs
Gluttony blinding your eyes
As you yearn for the sweet forbidden
your teeth are showing dog
Eyes locked on the prize
An ache grows in my gums
The hunter becomes the hunted
Fruit satisfies a different type of hunger
I prefer the taste decay
So sweet i smell
So tasty i look
So sumptuous I feel
I caress the rotting fruit
My body is silk
A brush swirling through paint
My claws drawing shudders
Hooks sinking into skin
Entangled in my essence
Ensnared in my ambiance
Eager prey submits so willingly
Heat rising
Cheeks flushing
…its utterly hopeless…
Brain tingling
Toes curling
…completely powerless…
Grip tightening
Breast heaving
…sweet ecstasy…
My spell is cast
My clouds replace the air
Mindlessly engulfed in tides of velvet
The scent of decay fills my nose
The toxic smoke fills your lungs
Depleting the air
Depriving my prey
...wrapping...
...squeezing...
...tightening...
Hiding in the darkness
Draining in the shadows
I drink in my prey
Lapping up the poisoned nectar
Acid dribbling down my chin
Unable to move
Unable to speak
Screaming beneath the surface
Horror flooding the eyes
Shooting stars shift the cosmos
One sky darkening
Another brightening
But this doesn’t taste quite right
This isn’t the flavor I seek
My eyes can tell no difference
But my tongue remembers
it remembers the taste
Locked within the darkness
Cast out of Eden
I taste them one by one
Sucking out the poison
Cleansing the landscape
Time shifts
And so do I
Transforming
Searching
Seeking
death
revenge
vengeance
The first bite
The first soured fruit
The first to rot
The cage of bone
The maker of life
The master of all
The place where it all began
I skim across the surface
Leaving no trace
Making no sound
But do I really remember his taste?
blood
blood
blood
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Hauntingly gorgeous. Extremely well done!
Oh my gosh this is gorgeous. Reading it felt like looking at an art piece that moves you from deep within. The voice of this story is so strong and instantly hooked me. It was so hard to choose, but my favorite passage was: A thirst that burns the throat An endless chase A hunger never satisfied A foolish quest A fruitless pursuit fools fools fools This writing is literally a work of art. I would absolutely buy an 8x10 or 9x16 print of this with its accompanying illustration to hang on my wall. With so few words, you have captured and conveyed worlds and ages of time. Wow. Just wow.
Great exploration of the character of The Serpent. Evolving into a succubus who is always chasing after that unobtainable “first taste” is such a good take. I like your poetic voice, and the multiple streams of consciousness do well for creating an eerie yet hauntingly beautiful tone. Thanks for sharing!