The Fame Tiger

The fame hungry tiger
Devours it’s prey
Under octopus tentacles
Hanging like starfruit
Rotting under the tree

Seeds burst
Like words from the heart
Left to dry
In a puddle of ink
On the floor

Under a mirrored moon
His muscular body sleeps
Upon the sands of a lunar beach

Slowly I creep
Opening his beautiful mouth
Staring at the cavity
Of his sharp teeth

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