A blood-red moon hangs in the sky, the harbinger of my destiny.
I feel the change begin, tearing my well-mannered self apart piece by piece.
But then. I am reassembled. Feral, primordial, free.
This is my submission for this weekend’s Trifextra challenge. We had to write exactly
33 words that included at least one hyphenated compound modifier.
I thought I would round out my unintentional week of the canid (see here and here) with something a little otherworldly. Who knows what species next week will bring!
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