• there are two responses
• to fear
• i either hide, shaking in the dark
• or i pound my chest, howl at the sky, and charge
• straight into it
• daring the danger to try and kill me
• football pads formed of rage denting the blows
• dulling the scalpel incision pain of cutting words

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• it has been over a year since i got in a fight
• the parasite in my soul burns to be let out once again
• to rip and tear at those that would harm us
• either with language
• or that much more primal, preferred communication
• of fists, nails and teeth
• it talks in blood.

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• i hate that i like
• how it makes me feel
• to emerge victorious from a real manifestation of the war in my heart
• having for once
• earned my bruises

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• very few deserve the crossfire
• of my burning soul
• but i sit waiting
• for an excuse
• to let the devil out