Your fingers slid down my spine.
Four demanding, nocturnal snakes
slithering in the darkness.
Madly dashing for the little gilt knob at my base.
There, you could trip the switch and
turn me on. And I would sing. I would sing, and
sing the omen of little deaths to come.
© Laura A. Lord, 2016
Written for the prompts over at An Artist at Heart, Uncharted, and Three Word Wednesday.
An Artist at Heart: Miniature Writing Challenge – Music
Uncharted: Six Sentence Stories – Trip
Three Word Wednesday: Week 463 – Madly, Nocturnal, Omen