Poems

Tiger

"She grabbed her coffee cups by the mouth
just like she did with everything else
She was just that kind of woman
you know
the type to cut off your legs without thinking
because that's what had happened to her
yet she was still the embodiment of power
and she didn't understand that not everybody
was quite that strong
She was a whirlwind
and a maze made of rose bushes
complete with all the thorns
and the flowers
She was a wild thing
whole and full of fire
not to be contained
yet in one of her many burning rages
she'd built herself a wrought iron cage
with a door only big enough to let half of her leave
so she stayed
and bruised her gorgeously vicious fingers each evening
on the harsh, cold bars when she shook them
and rammed them with her whole body
all the while suffocating
not only on the metal which was now her home
but also on the half of her she'd grown herself
that half of her who built the the trap
that half she loved too much to let go of
even if it meant she wouldn't roam free
for a long long while."
-A.O.A.M.