| image: susan boulet |
| she knew ... exactly what had bitten her when wild-dog insecurity circled round her heart, tormenting her with demon jaws designed to slash and tear her rather than to disembowel ... thus it was she wondered at the time that she had wasted, dancing for a jackal when she might have been with him she thought ... of those she'd found in many lifetimes and the One who had at last found her, whose tender echoes danced along her ribs with love whenever others drowned or burned or covered her in the rancid darkness of their efforts just to shut her up, so that they might feed on what would pass for peace in the howling wilderness ... and then ... she knew that onetime, sometime, they would meet again, perhaps already had and were, even as she wept, arching into one another, soul touching in another universe oblivious to the old times and the feral teeth of self-doubt and hesitation ... she watched ... a lone white owl wing slowly through black air, felt gentle featherbreezes dance upon her hair and shoulders, slide down her back to fold around her hips like hands ... |
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