through these veins a wolfblood flows

I can't help but take photos of my comic books, so pretty.

❝ I remember that day.

From the moment I walked in and we locked eyes, I felt my heart jolt and I think I knew why.

He was a mysterious man, very articulate and poise.

And it was that day he asked me for something he merely saw as a toy.

I didn’t understand at first, but that all soon changed.

Only a few moments later, I found myself lost in him; Was it I who was deranged?

There was a curious twinkle in his eye and it was as if he knew he had me from that moment on,

And I dared not speak against it; for I, too, knew that I was gone.

With his permeating gaze, it was as if he had an imperceptible force that physically pulled me closer to him.

I didn’t fight against it though, leaning over, my hips now rested over the table’s rim.

His beautifully chiseled face nearly inches away from my own,

I gazed into his deep blue eyes and at that moment I swear I found my home.

For a short moment, he was expressionless, until he smiled.

My tummy flipped again, and I smiled back; feeling like an elated child.

For the first time in my life, I found something in someone that made me feel so free,

What can I tell ya’? The guy just did it for me. ❞

-A poem I wrote as Dr. Harleen Quinzel

“You won’t need me anymore”

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