At my back

You hiss and snarl with your teeth on

the back of my neck, I can feel your breath,

I know you are there and you think I cannot.

I could whip around, pin you to the ground,

with my jaws and we would rip you open.

But, I do not, you need something to cling to,

It might as well be the flesh you have bloodied.

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