For Day 10 NaPoWriMo the Prompt is: to ” write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happing at once.” Also, thanks to NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.
Credit: Alpha Coders
You locked the door shut;
I threw away the key.
Door slamming, the house shook,
It wasn’t rejection —
Claws of tiger digging,
It wasn’t the ache spiralling,
A corkscrew in my clavicle.
It wasn’t fatigue,
The floating leaves crackling,
Fall’s sudden chill,
Winter’s stark sting.
Words uninviting,
But a spade is a spade;
Your kindness a shark,
Large teeth, tail flicking.
Lies the black stripes,
Safari orange fur —
Mangled with spite,
Hidden behind decency.
The beast maimed;
Honesty infringed.
No intelligible motives,
As teeth rip to shreds.
But she set herself up,
And a spade is a spade.
The true queen reigns,
Not in dungeon’s keep.
The lady in red,
On her pedestal;
Floats and crackles,
Autumn’s crisp maple leaves,
Ragged and torn.
You’re better than that?
But he’s not.
Obese — vile words,
A tiger disgusted.
A question —
I crept into the den,
He was offended,
And I was prey,
Amusing —
With no matter.
His last words, claw cuts–
Sinking inside deep,
Where my stomach turns.
The ruby sun rose,
Blood flowed and flowed.
All because I have no control —
Because I was not born,
Demure and petite;
He spurned my art,
Thus, spurned my chest.
Three-years younger,
He’s thirteen years too young —
Inside.
But I bated the beast,
Naturally, his teeth revealed.
Tiger perplexed,
Slinking back to the den.
His side gapes,
Licking his wounds;
No winning against him,
In this game —
Not his type.
Inside his ribs,
Fat where is soul should be —
Deceit.
He thinks he knows,
But he can’t envision.
He has judged,
Growling a retort.
She laughs,
The rabbit slips away.
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