Bite
Teeth fastened in his throat,
Claws buried in his side,
Blood gushes out of your mouth.
As he falls to the floor,
You pray he understands
You had no other choice.
This was always how this story was going to end.
Copyright © Priscilla Settanni | Year Posted 2019
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