Product (Red)
The man Baby Tiger loves most told her that he hated her so much that he wanted to stab her, not once but a hundred times over. On the news the FBI warned against the violent gangs infiltrating New York City.
When you told Baby Tiger to not fight with him anymore, she replied: You’re welcome back to New York City to attend my funeral. Make no mistake, it will not be a suicide but a murder.
Baby Tiger told Master there was no need to stab her one hundred times over; she would like it to be a single clean shot that leaves her with no pain. Later, she would tell Master that if he beat her to death, she will refuse to go to heaven but remain here as a vengeful ghost spirit goading the prosecution to put him behind bars.
The ceiling is dripping, dripping, and dripping from the pipes down to the ceiling and onto the floor with putrid water. He is out of his mind again. The tile above that crumbles onto the floor representing all that he ever built up, the safety we take for granted likely an illusion easily broken by infighting and anger.
When humans bark in anger, Baby Tiger wants to roar. She wants to sit down in the corner and get away from all of this instead of landing her claws in her skin. She is so overwhelmed that even a text seems like a herculean task.
Baby Tiger’s (Product) Red iPhone has stopped auto-correcting her cursing.
Its storage is full.
Tiffany Troy is the author of Dominus (BlazeVOX [books]). She is Managing Editor at Tupelo Quarterly, Associate Editor of Tupelo Press, Book Review Co-Editor at The Los Angeles Review, Assistant Poetry Editor at Asymptote, and Co-Editor of Matter.
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