I tackle the crazed ire waiting to spit and chew on those who have wronged me, Disallowed from scathing the Skin of my forgiven. It cries, That is all they are. In retaliation it howls at me Mimicking a familiar instinctual Barbaric yawp.
Sacrificial Memories // Melania St. Cyr
Beast // Hana Shapiro
I mistake the horrid beast for anger. I pluck its dentured fangs from its Soft mouth and Feed it dark sugar, Close its jaw and massage its Tender throat to shiveringly Sooth its burning need. Lo, Comfort. I see you. I release you from this binding pelt. May you never seek to impose again, Only to be called upon.
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