How She Feels

Savage

He s t a r e s at her wild eyes and marvel at the pure animal she has become

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her fangs into anyone who dares

Draw too close , seeing the whites of her eyes

Snarling at the silly predators who try to challenge her love

Mistaking her weak enough

For them to take

her duly earned throne

That glistens like her eyes

While she spots prey,

scoping the flaws

Choosing where to a t t a c k

"Where would hurt the most?"

she w o n d e r s

Seeing it

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About unaware

Not knowing the blood she is about to splatter

across this sacred floor

Not pure blood or anything close

It's sullied to the point where all value

To her is close to lost

Pushing her

As she

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Her back

The metallic taste

The scent of a hunt well done

So she ends the bounds on him

Murdering the last of their love

Cutting the throat of the life they could have had

Children life wasn't granting them

And as she sees the dark stains that

The horrid pain l e f t

She smiled with a nasty grin,

hiding her ravaged soul

"You knew the savage I was, I warned you, sweetheart"

And with that last

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She scraped her claws

On the floor leaving her mark

And left their bedroom

Never looking

B A C K to those sheets