“Beast”

it is not
their yellow eyes
that drain me
of my courage

their bristling hair
I pay no mind
I care not for
their snarling lips
or razor’d teeth
or hot, foul breath
their claws
that rake the earth
I see
and give a careless shrug

their spike’d tails
with poisoned barbs
that stop the heart
in seconds

they might as well
have tails of silk

no

what gives me
cause to dread
is that
I stand
among them
comfortably
as if I am at home
I touch my teeth
my finger bleeds
and I’ve a snarl
all my own

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