I twirl my fingers in the water leaving swirling pencil lines fading away like a domino.
My reflection being mixed about like a cake mixture.
Though it more shattered when I touched it.
Am I so ugly that even water crumbles at the sight of my eyes.
The golden tile patten on my snakes shimmered in the sunlight.
They were the only friends I had really.
People won't cry at my death, just celebrate with a feast. I'm a good person, I don't kill like my sisters did before they were on the chop.
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