bare your teeth and snarl.

My teeth are big, and my teeth are sharp. What about you?

My wings are wide, and my wings are strong. What about you?

My hands are shaky, and my hands are vibrating with purpose. What about you?

My horns are curled, and my horns almost make a mock halo. What about you?

My touch is addictive, and my touch is deadly. What about you?

My eyes are soulless, and my eyes are empty. What about you?

My heart is wounded, and my heart is strong. What about you?

My mind is clouded, and my mind is always busy. What about you?

My heart is crumbling, and my heart is enraged. What about you?

My voice is tired, and my voice is loud. What about you?

My soul is weak, and my soul is shattered. What about you?

My rage is burning, and my rage is consuming. what about you?

she festers, and she believes she is in bloom

she crumbles to ash, and she believes she is still in flames

a windmill spins in the wrong direction. it’s been summer for years now. your hands are the wrong shape. all the mirrors in your house are covered. 

a clock ticks in the wrong direction. it’s been nighttime for years now. your hands are brittle and bruised. all the mirrors in your house are shattered.

I’m just so tired of fucking fighting you every step of the way

nature dulled your canines, so you bite with your words

I’m afraid I’ll never become everything I’ve always wanted to be. I fear change but I need it to succeed.

wear your anger like a crown, wield your wrath as a sword, force them to bow at your feet

go ahead. block me. call me a bitch. call me a cunt. say you wish i was dead. you’ll fucking get yours.

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

you always did let your temper get the best of you.

My rage will pierce your soul.