Skinwalker
You shouldn’t have hoped that one would see who you are.
They only see what you show them. Thank the Gods for that.
The different don’t belong.
You don’t belong.
You wouldn’t be able to control your hunger.
You’d lose yourself.
They’d judge.
You’d regret.
Regret is such an awful pain, it follows so closely.
It’s always nipping at your heels, tempting you to kick at it so it can justify the bite.
Can’t it just leave you to your loneliness for a moment?
Has pain no respect for pain?
Sarah Marsh 