Caged Beast

Three walls and iron bars

Gnawed by claws

Mauled carcasses

Blood splatter, scratched walls

Fangs marked in blood

Camouflaged by darkness

Bones breaking, long echoes

Glass shattering screams.


Red carpet flows,

Out of the cage

Seeping through cracks


Roaming free

No need for prison jewelry

My body, a cage

In and of itself.


Caged, with the intent of quelling

The beast still escapes

All that is left?

Bloody paw prints


You can’t change who you are.




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