Prized Rug

By Fiona Hartman

I vowed to you I would stay wild

knowing you loved my teeth 

except when they chased other flesh

but why choose a tigress

if you wanted a pussycat that would wait mournfully

for you to come home

from work every day         

I was the one missing

in the jungle                  tonight I stayed out

through the blackness  

waiting for the hunter

and his silver bullets        

to be made into a prized

bedroom rug                 

to be stepped on 

the altar 

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Fiona Hartmann is a writer living in Toronto, Canada. She is interested in creating thought-provoking fiction that creates emotional connections that transcend through the digital landscape of modernity. Find her published and forthcoming work in Kelp Journal, Poetry Pause, Juste Milieu Zine and elsewhere.