Drawing Liquid...

If only I could draw it as perfectly as I imagine it; my palms would grasp so fittingly well around her neck. Nails digging with no mercy, and they'll touch veins and won't stop there, because once they're there they'll want more... all 10 of them. They'll leave scars. Scars that you'll probably grow to love. But that wouldn't happen. You can't grow to love anything, I would make sure of that.

It would be the purrfect cat fight. I would keep my cool, all the while stalking you and laying low, letting you pretend to be my friend. Then, when I find out the truth, I'll take you down like a lioness would with a sick straggling buffalo, there would be no struggle with you. I would have you pinned with words and palms.