I was born a Serpent
I had fangs before I had teeth
Had scales before hair
Venom in my veins

Young Serpents learn
No
Know
From pure instinct
How to purge the toxins
And cleanse the blood

I feel the voyria course within me
The tiny spiral ribbons
Tessellate crystalline puzzles
That make up what seems
To the naked eye mere inchoate fluid

And I can yank those spirals straight
I can crack every chink
In that crystal carapace
And as easy as breathing
The venom is ichor anew

Maybe it's this inborn insouicance
To being poisoned
That makes me constantly shocked
When my venom burns and bursts another
Maybe it's this cold-blooded side to my nature
That I can only heat up with vitriol and acid
That makes those I've burned before shy away
One by one
Until we're left coccooned inside her toxic shell
Me and my venom

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 969 AF.