Examine the loss of energy and contempt that’s so closely becoming visible.
Too much blood has been lost and time has been forever cut short.
Stitch and staple the flesh torn away from the body, destroyed by the venomous sting.
Pull the sutures tighter and force the delicate metal with a steady hand, there’s no time for foolish error.
The simple state of consciousness is reached time and time again,
only to be lost within seconds of begin regained.
Sever whatever is still left of the brutal infection; there might still be time to safe this cause yet…
Opening your eyes, you find that it’s all over now.
Quite literally, the procedure you’ve been festering and contemplating over is finished,
and what a success it is.
The end result is nothing like you imagined in your subconscious,
and at the same time, it’s everything.
No blood or fury as associated with a truly lethal bite, only soreness and the new awkward feeling of metal rings attached to previously unpierced skin.
Enjoy the two pieces of metal on either side of your lip, it’s something of beauty in the eyes of the extraordinary.
The uncomfortability will only last a little while, then falter into nothingness, but it’s all worth it.
The taste of metal is branded on your lips and the smell of alcohol imprinted in your sinuses.
Just be glad it’s nothing like a real snakebite…
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