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i didnt call your bluff, i let you take my words my voice. i ran my mouth and you took that too, silent backed against a wall. sleeping in a bed that i couldnt even call my own, next to a stranger who only wanted my shame. i turned myself off and gave her a new name, to fit the one you wanted to claim. but nothing knows a wild thing when caged better than i, and we arent so very nice when that animal side takes our mind. bent the bars back with my claws and force pressed against your preset notions of myself. i burst forth from my vessel fangs bared and soaking in saliva. golightly said, you cant tame a wild thing doc, you cant cage a creature whos soul is too big for these tiny spaces, or else the beast will break free and slaughter wont be her fault this time. how long does it take to know yourself? to know you are not the kind to be fixed with a domestic collar, to be loved for just what you are. why do they always try and subdue the wildest of hearts, dont they know thats what makes us so insatiable? we are the wild things, swimming topless on the docks, living loudly in our secret lives, loving passionately, faithful to ourselves, faithful to the ones who understand.


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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