Suspended throughout the whorls of thick and leather lie the bodies within the body, the circulate-replies to unwanted clamor, to the tumult that is and will always be ambush. To react is to release the predetermined split seconds of defenses waiting in their sweetly scented chambers. They still for you to draw them in to meet your bones, to test the shallows of your blood, to let them live as final breaths, they are soon left to be drooled and drained onto the forest floor’s consumption. Such venom is discovered, is mortality resting useless until summoned in the most snap-immediate need of death seeping from life. This hermit poison destined to drift within its mothers veins, to be truly toxic when its response comes as shock-motion.