The Blood & The Bones

there are some days

when I will kiss your throat

but many more where I will wish to tear it out

I am rarely gentle

and I am never delicate

delicious primal rage in my marrow

I crave chaos

because I understand the freedom in it

because I was forged from it

beside me, born from fire, you know it best

you fuck me like the beast I am

until the need for violence quiets again

LL