She held me in moonlight that slipped in with cool air from an open window.

Closer than anyone had ever held me and it scared me.

She pressed her face into my growling ribcage and laughed hard at my hunger.

She’d offered to feed me and I had brushed her off with a big lie about an upset belly.

She traced the jagged edges of all my boarders with her heart and mind.

She looked deeper than anyone had ever looked and it scared me.

She found me wholly amusing and worthy of loving.

“You’re good. You’re good. You’re not poison.”