Sean Starr

Artist, Creative Director, and Author

Then She Bit Me

I saw her coasting on the surface

an intelligence in her eyes

saving the best of herself

for someone greater than I

The months fell asleep in death

a wicked period of time

watching perfection parade herself

extinguishing the luxury of hope

There were moments

impossible to conceal

I thought it wise to ignore them

to stand in familiar soil

Some forces refuse denial

steady north winds, ignoring seasons

bending us like juniper branches

revealing weakness as strength

Then it happened

the moment that barriers fell

she lured me inside

then she bit me

I carry the wound

with honor and pride

my skin stinging

from the voice of the living

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