To fill a void of broken glass I inhaled, I absorbed, 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 For blood.
I looked at the panther’s golden eyes, At its slender, shadow-like presence Wondering what it could so despise About my very essence But mostly, I stared, mesmerized At a row of white, perfect daggers That had, no doubt, heard many fearful cries Before mine.
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. Sensing disaster, I froze in place, Flames seizing my lungs, Having lost the chase -