I used to be afraid of meeting with beasts
but I dreamt too many stories where
Ariadnes loved their bull-brothers and
princesses took their dragons to heart
and now there is a desperation in me
for teeth and claws and anger.
Leave me in the maze stringless and
dazed and let the monster chew me up
and spit me out bloodied and hardened.
I will learn vengeance and I will learn
rage and I will be eaten up until I am
tough enough to face a world that would
keep me soft and helpless.
Let me not just meet with monsters
but let me love them also.