"Beauty bloomed once upon a summer's night,
only to wither on the coming of winter's bite."

**© By Amanda D Shelton

My father always told my sister and I
not to bite the hand that feeds.
But I look down at my hands
and see scars where my own teeth
have drawn blood.

I am ready to open throats
And yours will be the first
I sink my teeth into
I'll tear out those lies
You spew about me
And spit them in the dirt
Like the bile they are

Play with the wolf
And see how fast I can turn
Come at me again
And I'll show you
How much blood
I'm willing to spill

******* from me
From turning my friends
Against me
Or I swear to god
You won't have a throat to speak from

I have teeth
And I will ******* bite
I am done being the animal
Kicked into the corner
I will be the wolf
That takes no ****
I am out for blood
And the moment you test me
I will sink my teeth
Into your yielding throat


You are a snake
And I will break you
The next time you so much
As look at me


Don't believe me?
Come find out.

-bitten love;
tasting someone else
just to spit them
out.

My right ring finger itches from that ant bite.

It was first a little speck of pain.
When I noticed it, it was a dot.

I squeezed it. And the dot was swarming with liquid.

It popped.

My eyes spotted blood.
I wiped it away.

But then that bite kept itching.

So I started squeezing it. And more blood came out.

It hurt. But I kept on doing it.

The bite will now grow big and painful.

Because I kept on squeezing it.

I was hurting myself.
I could've stopped.
But I didn't.

Why?

All this I'm doing...

Is hurting myself.