Her eyes thrown skywards

murmuring words to me, the wind.

Her copper toes digging at the sand
she has found what she is looking for
a snivelling little snake

with a last glance to the heavens

she strokes its copper back

places it on her chest

taking her final breath.


The asp lay shivering on her breast

I coaxed it away and stirred up the golden sand

covering the silent body

hiding it from the man


By Caitlin

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