The Silent Birth Of A Venomous Snake
___Slithering, she slipped into empty passages. Writhing, she moved in writhing motions and shook the balance of the world. Empty, she named her clause and learned its rules as by empty text. Biblical, she filled the passages of her waiting diary until only the names of God remained.
___Full, she was absent of emptiness, contradictory to the ways of hollow things. Hungering, she ate the worlds over and over again, feeding her aspiration like a parasite into the blood of a fat and dexterous host. Thriving, the waters of her life filled her until she was bloated, and she drank them out of her own veins and was made perfect. Nothing, nothing was missing of her, but she made more anyways and filled the passages of her ambitions with the efforts of her flesh.
___Rising, she met the worlds from the bottoms to the heights, she unmasked the culprits as were her neighbors and she ate them for their deceits. Inside, inside of her she was the endlessness of possible creation, and she made herself eager and buoyant with anticipation. Dynasty, she was an empire, endless and vivid; within her breaches was the notion to make all things true, and to fill from them her desires and to make as to make the worlds her own. Everything, all the things imagined beyond her veil were criminals for denying her their realm, and she sought and ate of them, and bent them and tortured them as to make of them her slave.
___Ending, all things that were not hers served no purpose and displeased her sensibilities of what creation should show. Not a thing, but rather that all things were there to be taken by her, and she should make them into hers and mold them as to be on par with her own design, and make them pleasing to own and to rule, for why rule it if it is not to satisfy in return? Worldly, it never had to be a faulted promise, for even Heaven and Hell are worlds in their own right... countless, many, and all to be eaten and made to be her own.
___Eternity, it could be her captor, her cage, certainly. Also, it could be her opportunity, her possibility. The worlds of eternity could be the match she draws for herself when she pulls of her Tarot deck for knowledge of her daily virtue. If it lives forever is it not that she could eat of it forever? For all the doses of life that live in her, there is nothing but more to take of history and the modern day. Eating, she could take of everything the fullness of its life, it's essence, and clearly. So too, it could be broken and manipulated into forged identities that met and served her purposes. If things could by changed, there was no need to consider them wasteful to keep when they could be pleasing as they were remade. Everything is alterable, and all the world can be taken and changed as to fit her dreams.
___Perfect. What she truly desires, what she yearns to see of reality, as she longs in the modern moment, as she pulls together of her great design; she seeks to have perfection of all things. Moving, she coils and bends and writhes, she does not yield to the calls of others, but rather makes them beg for mercy and eats them alive and makes them obey her. They are hers, and she has nothing to desire of them and nothing to take of them but for what they will become once she has finished playing with them. The world be hers, the hungering things she is, and all things therein to find perfection.