Girls with now dull claws instead of pink nail beds Girls who are made of fresh meat and old bones Girls who lie in bed with rotting meat and older bones Girls who don’t hide Girls who aren’t scared of the monsters inside their heads Girls who breath fire Girls who can save themselves Girls who haunt your nightmares and your dreams Girls with blood on their hands Girls who howl at the moon Girls who fight Girls who know their worth Girls with fangs Girls like me
Girls who sharpen their claws when they grow dull







