Beast You ripped out my teeth, my claws, the growl lain beneath my tiny voice, I couldn’t have marked my territory – Not even if I wanted to. Glass shatters, A scream – A laugh. Inside this wolf, I, I have the power to howl – Not over you, Not even the glue that kept us: The thrashing that kept us alive. I should have ripped out your tongue While I had the chance Shooting, spiralling, rhythmic dance of the tip of the teeth. Canine. When is the beast no longer a beast? When you love him. I have left my claw marks.
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