intimidation



Why do I simmer and bubble and boil like this? Why does all the anger and ire rush to my face and sit just behind my eyes, making them glimmer orange?

Why do my bones threaten to hate? Why do I wish to antagonise?

Why do I feel more comfortable in this jagged, serratted wrap that bites and snaps and snarls?

Why is it that I like it so much?

Isn't any wonder then that you're obvious fear of me only makes me want to bite you harder?

2006-09-01 12:55 p.m.