the tiger sits behind the bars.
i put him there.
swallowed the key.
after what happened, i want him there forever.
his stripes tricked me. once. twice.
enough.
the blood still fresh on his daggers.
he moans a pathetic moan,
as if his life fades.
his eyes. pierce me.
prode me.
pick me.
apart. apart. a part.
green eyes. like the forest. like the sea.
like something in between.
he yearns.
i lick my fingers.
his eyes never away. never another direction.
my flesh fresh from the sun.
sweat newly coated.
my fruits almost ripened.
the tiger cannot stand it.
and i laugh. and laugh. and laugh.

the key fits comfortably in my stomach.