I met her recently. In a dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare? Whatever it was, it was the first time in over 30 years that we were reunited. She was feral. Not in a dirt-under-her-fingernails, messy hair, skinned knees, musty-smell kind of way. Feral in that gravity was no match for her. She wasn’t standing upright or able to walk, it was more of a spidery crawl on all fours. She was feral in that her face was smeared with blood. Whose blood? How had it gotten there? Why was it there? Feral in that the sounds she made were only screeches and screams. They carried the frequency of a very specific violation.
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