A poem by Shalom Galve Aranas 

If you turned into a wolf
and said the same things
when we were children and you appeared
to make yourself known
I’d still say the same things
your fur spun like gold
with words
dripping from your bite
I would ask to dance
with the wolf
and the boy
I met on prom night
when no one would dance
with a girl wearing the thickest glasses
anyone has ever seen.
What have you seen little girl?
in the deadest sea
sand stuck in the rim
of your glasses?

Shalom Galve Aranas is a freelance writer.She has been managing her Bipolar Disorder for a decade now. A single mother, she lives with her two children. She loves to write paranormal romance.

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