The Change

The sound captured my attention,

Roiling through my guts, ratcheting up the tension.

The snap of leathery wings.

The roar of dangerous things.

Invading my heart, she's made it her lair.

Ripping into my soul, taking more than her share.

I see through her eyes, her thoughts on my tongue.

Good God, what have I become?

~ Arie Hill

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