He gazed upon each line with his tongue exposed, as though he would digest the words with this eyes.

He threw the first punch, but he was skinny and brainless, so I was confidant I could take him.

Don't tell me it's infected.

You must be damnably strong. They say you barely flinched.
-Eli

As long as I own my cruelty, can I keep it from owning me?

My hand falls, too heavy to control.

I become desperate and sick with rage.

The feline scolds me with its intense yellow eyes. There is judgement there. Fear it. I cannot argue. He has claws.

My mind quickly ebbed to elsewhere.

Thought faint, I thus detect a rustling in her breast.