Order of Scorpions

by Ivy Asher

A drop of water kisses my palm, and I look up to see if the slowly encroaching storm is finally ready to come down and play. But it’s not raining. It’s me. I swipe at my cheek and stare down at my wet fingertips.

I don’t want to get a taste of this life and love it, only to find out that it’s poison.

Hope is a dangerous mistress, but I don’t have to rely on that bitch, I only need myself. Well, myself and a good dagger wouldn’t hurt.

“The sun handed the day over to the moon less than a handful of hours ago,

Death slithered in, only instead of letting it claim me, I claimed it.