Photo by Max Saeling on Unsplash
Lupa ran as fast as she could.
The change was coming, with need to tear into something.
It wasn’t easy,this double life she led.
But she managed somehow.
And she poured her frustrations and aspirations into a single howl, as she transformed under the glare of the hidden moon.
Great little story! Love the thought of a 'glare of the hidden moon' :)
Thank you! I had already started the story before I realized there wasn’t an obvious moon in the picture so I needed to make it ‘hidden’ 😊