Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

she saw in him a violence coiled like a viper, ready to strike. 

and it struck, teeth making a sound that for a second she feared would be muffled by her coat and skin.

but there was a little mercy. or more likely disgust.

she'd enjoyed her moment of fun. now not to toy with divine blessings.

"leave." bernadette rumbled. "you'll find, nothing, in my valley." 

nothing to fill your monstrous gut.