My eyes grow small,
As I stare at her,
With an intensity,
That would make a grown man shiver.
I lunge,
For her throat,
My claws out and my fangs bared.
Flesh and blood,
Appear underneath my fingernails.
Screams,
Pierce the air.
As death hovers above us,
Poised,
Ready to strike.
I aim to maim,
To hurt,
To kill.
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