To fill a void of broken glass
And consumed my past.
Tried to bury it under a pile of ash
And suffocate it with a wiry cord
To no avail!
Because, like a restless panther,
Some unconcealable part of me roared
With an unquenchable thirst
I looked at the panther’s golden eyes,
At its slender, shadow-like presence
Wondering what it could so despise
About my very essence
I stared, mesmerized
At a row of white, perfect daggers
That had, no doubt, heard many fearful cries
So I ran, but not fast enough-
For the panther ran faster
Called out my bluff
And leaped to cover me
With a curtain of ink-black fur.
I froze in place,
Flames seizing my lungs,
Having lost the chase -
- And then there was silence.