Despite my buttoned-up blouses and combed hair and glasses I'm a feral creature. Crouched, stunned, frightened licking her own wounds and struggling to survive, to learn how to defend herself out in the jungle.
I'm savage and I tend to burrow into the deepest, darkest caves of myself.
I'm running through the forest, wild, dazed, confused, with my slamming heart my violet animal veins throbbing.
Don't try to tame me, please, just get me bandages, I’m bleeding I'm wounded, I don't know if I can endure much longer.