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my shoulders too hunched, my voice too high, my hips too wide, my nails too long, my teeth too sharp.

but once the sound of my bones cracking fades, and my eyes adjust to the dimness of night, all that’s left is myself and the moon.

i want to tear you open with my teeth and feel your blood run down my throat and coat my chin and face and hands and arms and chest and stomach and knees and legs and thighs.

i want to sink my incisors and canines and molars into your flesh.

i want your scent to envelop me so entirely that it seeps into my pores and becomes my own.

i want you to rip into my body whilst i rip into yours.