Back
Is
Relaxed.
Blood
Races
Through
Veins.
Tension
Builds,
And…
­Builds.
Claws
Dig
Into
My
Chest.
Scars
Form,
Blood
Pours,
Making
­The
Tension
Grow,
And…
Grow.
It
Aches.
Body.
Shaking.
Spine.
Curv­es…

Up
While
The
Claws
Rips,
And…
Rips
At
My
Flesh
And
Pull
At
M­y
Booonn-
Esssss.

It’s
Over.
The
Claws;
Now
Fingers.
She
Grabs
A­
Tissue.
And
Wipes
Off
My
Tension.