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Doused

in firey oil.

Curdled

white matter.

Drowned in gooey

sticky

tarry

dark sauce.

I'll

turn

you

into

shit.

Bitten, Biter, Bitter

Sorrowful Sisters,

One bitten,

One biter.

Sadness comes from both

ends.

Both Apertures.

Sorrow comes from

Being Bitten,

yes.

But sorrow also comes

from biting Another.

Regret.

Shame.

Self-loathing.

/

/

/

If I bit you,

I am sorry.

\

\

\

Consolation;

Biting Tastes Bitter

Even

when

the Fruit is Sweet

Fierce Beginning

I wish I knew

How you do it

How you Smile

at me

When you hear me Roar

I'm not a ferocious beast

I'm a Frivolous

Young

Thing

Yet You know this

When I Do Not

Not a ferocious beast

Simply a gentle soul

Turned Bitter from the

Cold

Maybe

Not

Though

Maybe

Though...

So

Love holds us Close

The story Never ends

And my Fierceness

Just Begins