a law says yes.
you-and her voice is for a moment alien to her, a woman's - then it is as it has always been.
i'm a poor meal.one hand splays over her collarbone.
i- you wouldn't like the taste of me.
she shuffles nearer the bark, pushing her back up it, supporting herself into a half-sit.
please-
and her breath is held, watching the beast.
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