Risk

Risk                                                                

I’ve stayed too long

in this dark place

preening in my childhood

sleeping away my youth

while high from a nip here and there

at mediocrity

I break this box open

and get slapped by the sun

this queen’s both alive

and dead

My fur’s on end

haunches up

whiskers razor the air

tail whips my prison to pieces

then I vomit a hairball on it

to expedite its decomp

I start to dry

then shed

claws break

exposing fingers

I split down the back

slip out

stretch up

stand tall

finally human

So done with being a pussy

October 4, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo2014 Day 4 prompt: Risk.