“when they tamed you, when they made you, they took something wild and feral and said: ‘this is how you walk among men, this is how you pass as one: this is how you stand, how you sit, this is how you eat and talk. (do not growl, do not bare your teeth: you are no longer just beast, you are now man as well). ‘this is when you bite and when you tear, this is when you purr and sit docile. (you are a pet, a weapon: we forged you into what you are now.) this is how you make them think you are helpless, (bare your throat, not your teeth: tilt your head back. show submission and bide your time). and this is how you tear out their still-beating heart.’ what they did not account for is that when you forge a weapon, when you take something feral and give it the mask of man, you must never forget what you started with.”
— their blood is on your hands now, and you smile at the moonless sky with blood matted in your hair.
