Tread carefully, now.
A tiger rests in my chest.
She gathers her strength.
Tread carefully, now.
A tiger sleeps in my chest.
She dreams of waking.
Tread carefully, now.
A tiger stirs in my chest.
Crouching low, fangs bared.
Tread carefully, now.
A tiger springs from my chest.
She waits no longer.
In dreams she struggles,
Bursting from her prison cage.
Her eyes shine diamonds.
--bruised orange
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