Rattle My Cage

 

She takes her act abroad

and then dares to poke

the sleeping tiger, sneering

how it’s tame.  She’s out of reach

one too many needles

the snarl erupts

fury boils over.

Hot eyes measuring each

irritant, perspective in reverse,

and all the careful work

I’ve done —

this wild beast needs to heal

— burns in an instant

away

away

away with you.

Hide and weep

while I yield my sweetness

to this surely fatal bite.

Inspired by Reverse, Act, Abroad and Needle.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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