Badass coward, here.
If one must be an oxymoron, it’s kind of cool being this one.
I mean, I may be all tied up in ridiculous limits my mind is constantly vomiting out, but I do not rest gently in my restraints.
I spit and scrap.
I shiv and shank.
I’d riot, if I could ever figure out how.
And while most days end with me bloody and exhausted in my limits, there are some brilliant days when I kiss freedom and giggle.
Bottom line: Fight, and kiss often.