TigerA Poem by Sonia
You're just a zebra
In a collage of stripes But she can smell your weakness As she prepares to strike You can't feel her Inches from your flesh She's already tasting your blood Putting you to the test But Tigers always play with their food so she dangles you on a string Like a helpless canary she forces you to sing She forces you to break She forces you to burn She forces you to surrender Before she makes a turn And her claws are in you now pulling out the life Watching you writhe and moan with gleaming yellow eyes Because Tigers always play with their food Torture is a game And you've only just noticed Her striped and orange mane. © 2010 SoniaAuthor's Note
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Added on August 29, 2010Last Updated on August 29, 2010 AuthorSoniaCAAboutHmm...where to begin... Well, my name is Sonia and I am currently a college freshman. Though I am not majoring in writing it is one of my great passions, along with many other things which occupy my .. more..Writing
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