My love is an abattoir
And if my heart was glass
Nobody would ever come in
If you are brave enough to look
You’d see the carnage of my intention
Splattered across bedroom floors
Of men and women whom I loved
But have forgotten their names
You’d see my ceilings pregnant
With the intestines of lambs
Their bleeding guts unrewarded
Like the ending of B grade horror movie
Nowadays only the ones
Who have seen it all before
Or have enough of a stomach
For blood and gore are allowed in
Or the ones desperate enough
That they blind their eyes
And can ignore the wailing
Of the innocent and tortured
Echoing down my corridors
Yet some choose to cattle onward
Armed with the knowledge
That the alternative of alone
Can be even worse
The Tigress Awakens 
Deep and strong
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Whoa!❤️
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Urgently visceral.
A poem that feel taps the marrow.
From now on it’s only vegan
on my breakfast cereal menu ❤️
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Two thumbs up for vegan breakfasts and lunches, and dinners, and snacks 😉
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This is poetry.
“Yet some choose to cattle onward
Armed with the knowledge
That the alternative of alone
Can be even worse”
The above lines. I could write a epic tale from. When the blind man learn to see. What does he see? Thank you for sharing the amazing words and your thoughts.
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