Tiger Cage
Iron bars invade my view,
As I groan with each new stride.
Pacing, back and forth
Back and forth, as you
Pay me no mind.
It’s only when I expose my razor blades
You seem to come my way.
Staring at the volcano erupting
In my eyes
I begin to salivate at my prey.
With Porcelain design,
Manufactured for my meat
A day, is not much of a day,
Until I finally eat.
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2014
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