by Sparks In Shadow
“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.