falling down into the pit,
tumble my stones into the
gravely grave, where my heart
pours a sieve, where rain
falls down in sheets,
enshrouds my truth.
my seething, growling, gnawing
tiger caged in her corner,
spits into my dark night;
she's ready to pounce.
i thought i'd tamed the beast,
but she was only waiting in shadows.
now backed into her corner, she strikes
her razors across my face.
i bleed onto packed dirt floor.
tiger's eyes glow green.
--bruised orange
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