creative – The Tigress Awakens

My Resume And Resignation

I am qualified to lie
I can secure the account
I can punch a clock
I can torque a wrench
Turn a cheek, twist a screw
Shuck some corn
and fly a kite

My Slaughter

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

Doting Vectors

We can try to breathe
Like before we met
And hope to hell
That our lungs
Remember how
To move again

Leave No Trace

Be everything you have ever wanted
And whosoever’s name was not found
in the book of life,
was probably too busy
living one, to ever bother
to write it down.