Vow in Venom Necklace

A cross scarred with texture, like it has survived more than it admits.
A serpent coils around its spine, neither enemy nor savior just truth in motion.
The metal catches light in fractured flashes, cold and deliberate.
Cast in darkened stainless steel alloy, it carries weight without apology.
It rests against the chest like a secret you chose to keep.
Not rebellion. Not devotion. Something deeper.