I don’t have to bite to win in fights.
The low rumble in my throat is enough to set you ablaze.
The heat of shame hot enough to burn your lungs.
I told you to never bring me here.
I don’t want to bite so I let my ribcage tear my heart to shreds.
You see the blood run from my nose and mouth like a rabbit with a broken neck.
I’m not mean spirited.
I didn’t mean to bite.