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Tiger
The way you stalk me, abiding by evil,
Is so fruitful
And still
I’m almost collapsed onto my knees,
Despite the carnage, the red lips, the kill
You dart between trees and heartstrings
Ready to strip me of any flesh I have left, anything worthy
Ready to clip me of any molted wings I could’ve kept,
But you insist they wouldn’t serve me
Every time I dip down into the water,
I only see your face
And the sky has knelt for an unfunny god
And I’m running, but let’s be honest
I love being in this place
Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026
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