Feral

anonymous

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Some days I feel absolutely Feral, 
Frothing at the mouth – Forgetting I’m human 
Forgetting I’m real.
Some days I feel encompassingly Feral, 
Frothing at the mouth and wanting nothing more than to spill
Blood over concrete flores 
Wanting to nuzzle so far into your neck that 
I tear through your carteriod artery and 
The blood that spills is hot and sticky but after I come to my senses and 
Try to hold the skin together
Painstakingly 
Stitching and flaps as you ooz life
Which bubbles over my fingers as the threads that hold us together 
unravel 
And some days I hope I’m human