June 3, 2014 Essays

Reaching into my closet up here in The Womb, I felt one of my scarves crackling with electricity. I pulled it out and threw it on the floor, where it turned into a small, but cranky, green snake. I was scared of it, but my teacher was here and he said, “You have to let it bite you.”

It started crawling from the front room to the back, with me trailing it, turning all the lights on. I began to wake up, never having let it bite me.

Written by Tara