Teeth

I was reading something tonight about how women are consumed. That men have an obsession with placing things inside women. Cocks, fingers, tongues, candles, food. I've had a walking stick's end inside me.

I think I understand it, though. There have been women I've met, whose softness and sweetness leave me with a desire to bite and scratch them. Not out of spite, but to mar, or to claim.

Once in a while I feel that way with men. It's rare. Usually it's the sensitive type, the ones that make your blood boil to listen to, that make you think of sharp and hot and edges.

I'm not violent. I know I'm not. I'm too indifferent to humanity to be so. But there are times when my teeth go jagged and I feel that strange desire to do more than just sniff and lick.

Nor am I bisexual. I've tried that route, and it felt sour and wasted. I had to cleanse myself with too many men afterwards.

Maybe I am just angry today. Impotent. I keep feeling my hands turn into fists. I want consuming.