Sublime

You were bitten by a pitviper when you were young, I assume?” “I was. Yes.” “I thought so. Your heart had to adjust to counteract the effects of the poison.” “My uncle sucked most of the poison out when I was bitten,” I say. “No,” Mickey laughs. “That’s a myth. The poison cannot be sucked out. It still runs through your veins, forcing your heart to

The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious Death would drink his blood, and grow young again.