The hunter followed the river’s path, his footsteps sure and swift upon the riverbank.

A drowned girl haunted the village by the sea.

The gods never warned me that love would feel so much like drowning.

The full moon awakens something wild in me.

I learned to bite when I felt the sting of your teeth.

He knew better than to try and keep what belonged to the sea. Than to cage what yearned for the freedom of the waves.

It’s strange how much of myself I leave behind.