i am not soft,
nor sweet.
no.
instead i emanate
death,
rot,
pain.
the red of my lips
tastes of copper.
blood.
i am no dog
with a family.
maybe once.
not anymore.
of course
i wish to protect those
who helped me.
but they would not
understand the
hunger,
anger,
want,
need
that control me now.
i traded kind eyes
for iron claws
and glass teeth
and a serrated tongue
that could rip flesh from bone.
i gave up on being the
soft
passive
quiet
pretty
pet kept in a cage.
instead i embraced
sharp
aggressive
screaming
blood smeared
monster that everyone feared.
and i dont regret a second.
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Another Poetry Book
PuisiThis is just a way to vent and improve my writing. The photo in the cover is mine. Feel free to comment of message me privately, though if it's rude or generally mean-spirited, you will not get a response. Please be careful while reading, some of th...
