Snake Skin...

Her thought invaded me like a snake.

She slithered into my mind late at night when I was trying to forget the damage that the day had done to me.

It had done a lot of damage. More than I was willing to share, yet still she slithered in through the cracks and made the pain finished to escape real.

She writhed about inside my mind in a way i was not prepared for.

I had thought I had it all figured out but she weighed in from an entirely separate part of my kind in a way i had not intended.

I knew I should fight it but another part had told me not to.

It would tell the same story but the perspective would have been the difference.

I wondered which was best but I eventually came to the conclusion that it didn't matter.

It would be one side or the other and the readers would decide what intermingled and where.

I had to except that that was an ok conclusion. I had to except that what was "right" would filter out in the end.

I didn't know if it would, but I could hope, none the less.