The Rabbits

rabbit hole

My Lord is a snake, twisting in the grass, strangling a pale rabbit.
Behind the latticework, within the alcove, upon the thick grass carpet.
He is a slender muscle, coiled round her throat and everywhere else.

Not wishing to stir Him, we escape the way we’d come, hidden beneath the canopy of vines, only a mere breadth away.

He stalks the warren-hole.

Time passes.

My Lord, the snake, all golden and darkly spotted– shining reptile skin in the sunlight…

We shiver, knowing He approaches… searching for another pale rabbit.



2 responses to “The Rabbits

  1. Alexis Sólveig Freysdóttir

    Hat dies auf Geschichten einer urbanen Priesterin rebloggt und kommentierte:
    oh wow…

  2. hocuspocus13

    Reblogged this on hocuspocus13.