seething venom dripping from the edges of my torn panting lips i am familiar with its acidic taste and i lick it off my teeth as though it were as sweet as the poisoned prose you fed to me i am not a creature born of rage but oh if i did not thrive on the fact that i was so undeniably right i would not be here
would i?
you know all too well that i would hunt down and bite the tongue from the man who did you wrong but you would be terrified to know that i would watch his gurgling demise with triumph
do not misunderstand:
i would spit my prize and his blood into your gaping, screaming mouth pin you down and tower over you with my fangs bared so close to your throat that i could nearly taste the heartbeat and the blood in your veins
drool spilling off of my chin and burning your skin the smell of your singed flesh and your fear and my pride just like the
r a b b i t
you are.
i will forcibly eradicate the thought that i was too delicate from your mind-- you have been scared of me this entire time too scared to drop me, to displease me too scared to face the fact that i was a wolf living in a cracked eggshell and that you took sick delight in pushing clay into crevasses that i was trying to escape from;
you held me like a sickly pup at arm’s length not knowing what to do when i outgrew the cage you picked out for me when the hackles started to bristle like goosebumps across my back when hooded eyelids turned golden and
you should have been afraid of the fangs that hid behind anxious words and knowing glances instead of the stuttering and the overwhelmed mumbling;
you love monsters until they share the bed with you;
i am as quick to think as i am to wrap my hands around your throat; i knew i knew i k n e w and you ignored ignored i g n o r e d;
and now i weigh upon your ribcage and you ***** the heart you tried to find upon your ***-stained shirt regurgitated words never meant for me splashing onto my clawed fingertips
and i see nothing but my own mistakes reflected in your wide, unblinking eyes-- i forgot how beautiful my terrible form looked when i see it in the whites of someone’s eyes-- and what a shame i forgot for so long!
you never learned a thing, did you?
you smell of **** and stink of many men’s claim on you you have no regard for your own wellbeing letting yourself get caught so painfully easily by any man holding lures of lustful pretty words
you give your heart to any man who promises to make you beg for more but do you know how easy it would be to get you to beg with a knife held to your throat?
if you want to die, it will not be at my hands; those are to be soiled by my own sins and not those of a