Flesh feeding on flesh.
Teeth bared,
canines tear
through meat
as the face is
painted red.
A primal
directive thats
been subdued
rears itself
snarling, back
into view.
A thinly veiled
civility keeps
us at bay.
Seething below
our skin, our
fists always
at the ready to
rip apart the
pretense we
subject the
beast to.
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