A dark string leaks from the wound in my stomach.
I feel it moving
Like an ingrown harness
Through bloody vessels
Knotted in loops
It pops free
Like a fishing line
I reel out
A Tigress of Tar
I hadn’t noticed It’s ownership
Stealing my fire
To feed its insatiable appetite.
I exonerate your lies and your betrayal as I pull the bitterness from my belly.
Grant us peace.
🎨/📷 by Gao Qifeng, Two Tigers One Mountain, 1888 - 1933 (?) year unknown