❛ —- you’re wrong. ❜ scrunch of features, glassy green hazels seeking answers unknown upon other’s lineaments. a swallow, vocable shaky & strong-growing, rising to a crescendo with hysterics brimming. ❛ i’ve lived with this all consuming need to feed. to kill for one hundred & sixty two years. i kill people, & i like it. i hear their screams & it’s like music to my ears. i’m the monster, bonnie. ❜ throat raw with believed truth that stung & ripped at skin, bleeding to tempt the savage creature underneath. trembling lip held between incisors, weakness exposed & fury ignited, loathing unrivaled lit. jaw clinches, tone lowers as does gaze in attempt to hide all laid bare. ❛ —--- & i don’t know who i was before it. ❜ lips part with memories unspoken, haunting screams & pleas as fangs plunged into unblemished skin time & time again. ( MERCY, HAVE MERCY. they’d cry, engulfed by one wrought by bloodlust & drenched in death. ) pivot of body before he’s facing away, breathing labored with nothing more uttered.