A Tiger in Silk

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Spoken Word by Tig Savage

A Tiger in Silk

This version of me entered this version of the world at twilight.London bled gold at the bones of the hour,as bells muttered hymns in the darkness of their tower.

As if the sun whispered my name as he lowered.

I was born where shadows dance with precision,And I learned too early that truth has a razor's edgeand love is not so much al decision

But a plank balanced over a dream on a ledge

I’m a tiger in silk

lace tracing my breasts

Words pacing rooms

where no one speaks

I’m concealed within the dusty mirrored glass

Did you catch a glimpse of yourself?

Or even of me?

I’m building altars from bells and chaos and youth I line every breath with my razor’s truth

Fire burns in my chest and you all want proof

Did you not catch that glimpse? Who even sees me?

My heart moves in beats of unrecognised service, while my soul spits out light choking on solstice

I walk with ghosts who wear lab coats and try to typeThey furnish me with tools to break the sky into syllables,rewriting ruin

Excavating feelings

dirt under my fingernails scratching for meaning like a lover cleaning

every wound and

finding the gods dreaming inside

I hold my line

while the world spins mad Grit in my teeth,and beauty in my bag

l am the kind of stormthat writes its own scripturesets it on fire

And then brings rain

I am all weather and I can change

But I hold my line again and again

As this version of me enters this version of the world and my heart beats in unrecognised service

And my chest burns in pain