Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

I told him once I could scar his face for him, it might make others take him more seriously. I don’t know why he said no.

It’s been a whole two days since I got to kill someone, and I’m getting restless.

suddenly in a good mood with the prospect of torture on the horizon.

“See you tomorrow, Henry. Try not to choke on your own vomit.”

We get all types here—truckers, bikers, criminals. Everyone is welcome. There’s only one rule—don’t break the fucking furniture.

There’s a reason they all call me Swinger, and it ain’t ’cause I go to sex parties.

“Going to cry for help?” He laughs, and the others join in. Rolling my eyes, I pull out my bat and rest it on my shoulder. “No, I’ll break your fucking kneecaps and toss you outside like the garbage you are.

“Well, nice to fucking meet you.

“I think I’m in love. Do you think she would shoot me if I ask?”

The colour of her hair is the shade of ice…the colour of my soul.

I’m a fucking queen and it’s time I started acting like one.

Just once, I want someone to match me, to not burn in my fire, but be reborn in it.

you entered a den of vipers, Little Bird.

I ain’t going out with your brother again. Last time he took me to a brothel.”

You act like a walking, talking dick, so you must be a dildo.”

I let myself be weak. For just a moment. For her.

She will save us all. And we will damn her.

I needed a body to stand with me in the dark, and these snakes? They do.