The Serpunt

A non disposable monster, as I call it.

Just as I am alone, she slithers to manifest in front of me.

Her and her sisters seclude me into my mind. I feel as a young maiden who cannot escape the billowing curtains of a castle tower.

The first serpunt attaches herself as to say " you're nameless".

"No", I whisper.

Her sisters chime in.

"Disappointment"

"No", I breathe.

Their coils slither around me, cacooning me in their obscure scales.

No one is safe from the serpunts.