jethro’s daughter: “goat”

by Allison Nelson

I held a serpent in my hands. White foil scales that reflected the stars. He had wings and a crown, albino peacock feathers and gilt gold, and there were chains at my feet.

He cleaned my ear. I learned the Language of the Birds as the White Serpent feasted nightly on my eardrum. It was always the left one. My fingers, he bit, draining them of blood for some great alchemical working I would never be privy to.

And now I hear that, see? The

Stars.

*Stay tuned for Allister Nelson’s next installment of Jethro’s Daughter next week.