I feel a ravenous growl rising in my throat–
But it was born somewhere else,
In my belly made of fire.
I glare at you as you sit there,
That I am stalking,
And planning my attack,
While burning saliva drips from my blood-pinkened fangs.
I am not the girl you know,
Or the woman,
I am savage hunger incarnate
And blistering fury bubbling beneath
Rosey dew-kissed skin
That glows like cool moonlight.
You have no clue of the danger
Taking shape before you,
Thirsting for gore and gristle,
And soft throat tissue.
Gird your loins–
I am coming in for the kill.