Lion Head Mesa postscript: it was a terrible animal always feeding itself
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She catches flesh just as he pulls away. The pain between her legs increases briefly as he pulls away and she growls, flashing her teeth at him as she spins around to face the criminal. Her sides heave, straining against the new air filling her lungs. She still feels a little dizzy, sick to her stomach now, but his retreating form has her focus. After finding that her legs won’t work despite her urges to pursue after him and make him pay, she hesitates and hangs back. His form is long gone into the fog before she even thinks about actually moving, stumbling and limping back down the mountain to somewhere safe to clean herself up.
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i opened my mouth in the night and the night poured in
the night fit against the ridges behind my teeth
the night packed itself under my tongue and settled in, as if to sleep