by Sparks In Shadow

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“I’ve felt things deeply all my life, like being bitten.”

I pondered her sadness each time she paused.

“I didn’t know my own child would bite.”

My job was to be impeccable. I didn’t know I had teeth.

“Why can’t you comfort me as I did you when you were small?”

You rationed comfort as I grew.

“You know I deserve it. Stop pretending you don’t know.”


“You haven’t any love, do you …”

I remember love. But that won’t bring redemption in your eyes.

“I’ll hate you then.”

Perfect logic for one bitten, but you trained me never to bite.

The prompt was, “redemption” – from Lisa.