It sears red
It sears
Across my chest, bursting through
Charging out into shaky hands
Sharp voice and dark eyes
Deadly, I hope they are, deadly
That people are so cruel
Inhumane
It's beyond my comprehension
That sick pleasure
Sadists.
What's it to you
Bastards
Were you abused in kitten-hood?
Did it teach you to pounce?
You sharpened your claws
But your teeth are broken
And I am just about ready to snap that little neck