We are in the grocery store.
You are teething; mouth swollen and bruised
but we are in reprieve and you are laughing.
I am warmth and you are mine.
She walks toward us with a cold blue stare I chide my judgement and offer a smile
She swoops in as I am distracted
in your direction.
I wait for your sweet eyes to crumple.
Before that happens I stop being human.
I stop being
what is right
and I am only
who sees a threat
I lose everything to this one realization:
I would kill
to protect you.
I am alarmed and distracted and raw
and cannot compose an appropriate response
Instead I think I roar
only like the mother that I am.
We lock eyes, she and I.
Try as I might, I cannot pull my message away.