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3-Word Prompt: (And) You, Know, That

mollycatlos
Dec 23, 2025
1 min read

You would think that your silence

Would smother my desire,

But your hiss is a breath

That ignites it again —

And the thought of

Your kiss is

Gasoline.

You slowly slither through the garden,

Admiring your estate while leaving

Embers and dust on everything

You touch, remembering only

What’s left in the good part

Of your memory.

The only apples

You offer are

Poisonous.

When you’ve burned down Eden

And all that’s left is the two

Of us, you’ll still be a snake

And I’ll still be naked. But

At least I know now that

Even when you shed

Your skin, it doesn’t

Mean you are

Renewed.

And you know that I love you.

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