bitten

Posted on August 6, 2012 by eteal

I never met you, but you have left your mark on me.

This was no dream,

my hand sports two small holes.

I am bitten.

and once again, I wake.

 

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About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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