White Tiger
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White Tiger
Giant beast,
un-caged power of destruction,
taking apart my life one day at a time.
Ever-growing and living off,
the suffering of my apparent lack,
of everything.
Your secret has been revealed.
It is no longer possible,
for you to traverse,
the same path twice.
I have dipped you in water,
you tear easily now.
Made of nothing more,
then fine paper,
now of lesser quality,
due to flaws seen in the Light.
Your teeth, fallen out...
upon the floor like confetti,
your nails, colored pink and girly.
No backbone, no spine,
you have been gutted of your bite,
and placed into the fight
of your life.
The pressure you have caused to rise,
will now make you small,
turned in upon itself, to rip off...
your own tail.
You have no power,
no prowess, no vigor, no worth.
All that you sought to take,
has been taken.
All that you sought to break,
is still unbroken.
Meow cat,
you have been let loose,
a stray in an alley,
no better or worse,
then those around you.
You are home now,
where you belong...
on the street.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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