Your anger pulses through the air.
I try to avoid your traps, but I'm shaking with fear.
You wait, watching my every move, ready to pounce.
I know that when you do, I will be your prey.
You will attack violently, ripping me to shreds.
I will become broken and shattered on the ground.
Your claws will burn my body when they meet.
I try to run, try to scream, but
You have already begun the kill.
I cannot escape and will not escape.
You do not or maybe cannot feel remorse.
I am now transformed, my body a leopard.
Your blue and black spots are permanent on my skin.
I am changing; my anger begins to pulse.
You stand back, shocked at what you have created.
I roar and show you what I am capable of.
You try to undo the damage, to erase the spots, but
I am what you are. I am a monster.