It has been made quite evident, what your
You would tie me to your stake.
You would leave me here to burn.
I see them rather plainly
every time you cock your head to the left
like that and smile—
off-kilter like, you know?
Left of center.
A little shy of carcinogenic.
A little less than copacetic.
A little arrhythmic arrhythmia
that makes my heart beat faster. All
out of sync.
You make me worry a bit,
about the future.
About my reproductive organs.
I also worry for you. Might be you've bitten
off more than you can chew, love.
I respect our differences.
Mine is a slow venom. A warm and
not unpleasant death.
roar is deafening.
teeth are sharp.
fire I can handle.