Steve

“Eve wondered what mental illness tasted like to a serpent. Probably depended on the illness, she rationalized. Deep trauma would naturally be raw, pus, and ooze. Something like schizophrenia would be rancid on the outside, frozen and cold at its core. But Eve's mania, her continued depression, her anxiety, she felt would be dry and burnt, as if stuck in a deep freeze too long. Frosty and unsatisfying to the animal devouring it.”
― Elizabeth Bedlam, Hello, Old Friend