Stepmothering

I served as an inspiration to women, the adoration pouring over me like wine at a ritual.
And my motherhood is my undoing, refilling the bottle, retracing the steps, and finding someone new to admire.
There is no worthy excuse that validates the soft range of emotions I feel on a daily basis.  My heart is torn by basic animal nature, my instinct bloodthirsty with another female’s throat on my fangs.  But her cub follows her into the wild, while this lone lioness must go her own way. 
Nature lets me mourn as she does.
Wet.

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