Snake Skin...

TheCheshireChris

I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 36 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself


Her thought invaded me like a snake.

She slithered into my mind late at night when I was trying to forget the damage that the day had done to me.

It had done a lot of damage. More than I was willing to share, yet still she slithered in through the cracks and made the pain finished to escape real.

She writhed about inside my mind in a way i was not prepared for.

I had thought I had it all figured out but she weighed in from an entirely separate part of my kind in a way i had not intended.

I knew I should fight it but another part had told me not to.

It would tell the same story but the perspective would have been the difference.

I wondered which was best but I eventually came to the conclusion that it didn't matter.

It would be one side or the other and the readers would decide what intermingled and where.

I had to except that that was an ok conclusion. I had to except that what was "right" would filter out in the end.

I didn't know if it would, but I could hope, none the less.


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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

2nd to last line, fourth word in should be 'accept'. I agree with the sentiments of the story, though by this time in my life, I'm probably a mass of snakes (some larger than others, including a massive white one) inhabiting a human skin.

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