Do not be afraid of your anger
That boy was the **** of the earth and do not feel like
You must hold your composure
Erupt and chew him to pieces
Because somewhere along the way girls were told to be proper
And cut their food into mouse-sized bites and
then rest your fork down between pieces.

Well I'm telling you to use your canines the way they were intended
Go straight for the good meat
The raw meat hanging from the bones of the boys who came first
and left you alone in your bed at 1:44 am
Sink your teeth into his jugular
And swallow the pieces whole
Drink his blood until he feels as defeated as you did
But mostly, do not be afraid of your anger, girl.