i cannot will not put into words the words which pound through my own veins corrupting lungs intoxicating my very muscle fibers while my limbs shake under the sheer effort of holding my every urge back back back coating my throat and sliding into my stomach lighting a fire and settling for as long as I’ll allow it to stay but not knowing how long my hospitality can possibly hold out while every fragment of my being cries the same command:
RUN/FIGHT