140 – Mamba

She was beautiful,
But not like a painting.
Her beauty was the beauty
Of something slim, and fast, and strong,
Twitching its tail while hiding
In the tall grass, right behind you.

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133 – Awake

Every single inch of his body felt like it was on fire. For a moment he wasn’t really sure where he was, or how he’d gotten there.

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