Phenotypic Rage

From my stark cave I breathe the tang of blood and sweat; your breathing slows in     alarm palpable and sticky as you slink away with trepidation. In your staccato     crawl, rocks tumble         down from your slope,         betraying your endurance. Bats flap elastic membranes as they dart out from discrete perches within piles of quivering     motion, while along the glazed ground, sightless minions of fur scuttle about on     twiggy claws--         skittering scratches         massage the walls. My position intractable, I hunker down with resilience, disgusted by your ignorant     intrusion and childish ranting; your banality reminds of tribal hoarding despite     perilous warnings         flashed in my moist,         arrogant eyes. In mercy, I lash out with purpose to expel your tormenting indignity and scoffing disbelief as     screams charge from my pursed lips to quake the Earth with my justified fury and     knowing venom to         ensure only the         fittest survives.