Coming Out of the Pain
I am a fractured cat
thin as sleet, nails for a brain.
There's a place to find
to get out of this pain.
Dragging myself out of the rain
letting a drenched door swing open
rubbing every naked nerve
over a prayer-mat,
finding a corner to dry
unshed tears.
I'm a gaunt spook-eyed tiger
and tigers eat the hurt, devoid
of self-pity or stripes.
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