The Witch and the Snake
David Spicer
The witch and the snake kept each other as a pet. The witch felt the snake a slave, and the snake thought the witch a slave, and it was so, on different days. This union was a symbiotic one; they loved each other with the power of their intellects. The snake adored the witch’s Medusa curls and wood-chopping laughter: it echoed through the Alabama woods with the force of twenty axes. The witch, in turn, admired the snake’s forked tongue and his legendary eloquence and duplicity. She caressed the dark green diamonds of skin, and they formed a most perfect union, writhing together in pain and pleasure so intense it elicited a warm fear in people.

Sometimes, the witch, in search of euphoria, transformed the snake into a man, and the man, still a snake in the depths of his heart, loved her, but loved other women as well. These affairs never lasted, for the snake knew he and the witch were soul twins who discussed philosophy, poetry, art, and history with the passion of devotion to the other. After such a tryst between the snake and yet another beautiful woman, the witch vowed never to transform the snake into a man again. In return, the snake intertwined and caressed the witch’s naked body and curls with his forked tongue until she cackled in wood-chopping ecstasy.




First published: February, 2015
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