Tiger Riding
She rode a tiger's back
through a canopy of briars
beyond the speed of light
their silent claws slashing night
but tiger tired of the game
and shook her off to the side
panting over her bloodied life
it snickered like all tigers do
just before severing all ties..
though starving it didn't feed
it already took what it needed..
the indigo from the deepest sea
where all dreams dare not fly
and dead birds never sing.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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