The Tigers Bride Flashcards
my father lost
me to the beast at cards
fighting a battle with himself
to remain upright when he would far rather drop down on all fours
my
pearl
your
treasure
he gets his rose
all smeared with blood
dismantled, as though the owner
were about to move house or never properly moved in
his face seamed with
the innocent cunning of an ancient baby
delighted
terror
i let out a raucous gaffaw
no young lady laughs like that
(the tear) down the painted cheek
to fall, with an abrupt tinkle on the tiled floor
clockwork
twin
nothing human
lives here
the six of us- mounts and riders, both-
could not boast one single soul
stripping off
my underpelt
the sables thereupon
resolved themselves to a pack of black, squeaking rats