“The Monster in Me I could do it. I could rip your life out like a fury, like a beast. I could stand over you with my red hands and lap the heart out of your hollow chest. I’m a wolf, I’m a woman, I’m a building hurricane. I’m whole-way sharp teeth, soul-sick wet claws. I say, “love me,” and you say, “you’re killing me.” I say, “I’d die for you,” and you say, “You’d kill for me – that’s not the same thing.”
