The Mother of Snakes
There was a woman (there was a snake). I woke and she was beside me. Stroking me. She was bare, only covered by her long, blond hair. Her legs twisted around me, pinning me down (it was her golden tail, wrapping my legs up tight). She ran her hands across my chest, and gave me a serpentine smile.
- Not To Touch The Earth
If you look into a mirror, she might look back. If you look into a mirror and hate what you see, if you fear what you have become or may become, she may take you back to her Garden of Desolation. She may turn her into one of her Lilim.
Or she may simply slip a snake between your lips and watch as you die.
- Not To Touch The Earth
If you look into a mirror, she might look back. If you look into a mirror and hate what you see, if you fear what you have become or may become, she may take you back to her Garden of Desolation. She may turn her into one of her Lilim.
Or she may simply slip a snake between your lips and watch as you die.