He Called Me Weak, Then I Walk Into Another Man’s Arms

I raised that snake for twelve years.

Then I saw him with his hands around my sister’s waist, whispering sweet things meant for me.

“Who would like a short, weak little freak like her?”He laughed, talking about me.

In that moment, I finally understood.

I hadn’t saved a partner.

I’d raised a snake who would bite the hand that fed him.

So I handed him the termination papers and walked away.

Later, he went crazy looking for me.

But by then, I was already in the arms of someone who actually knew how to hold me.

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Raven was a sickly little snake I’d adopted.