BARE YOUR TEETH AT ME:
Skin stained by your bleeding Venom, I can’t change the truth, but I can fabricate a lie. Give me everything I’ve begged for, then rip it out of my hands and watch them bleed. I can’t tell you what you’ve done, and you can’t look me in the eyes.
Bare your teeth at me and I walk away, but say my name and I’ll come crawling back. I look upon your gritted smile, all broken and twisted, and my stomach churns as if it’s trying to make butter.
Ripped my skin as your bare your teeth, and I know I could change my name, change my life.
But every time I look into your jaws, I feel your teeth baring and brushing over my skin.