PWoF 2016 - Topic 07 - Sept. 28

[Lizzie]

The Lie

It is said a tiger's stripes bleed through the skin, unlike a leopard's. Bared of cream, your pitted skin remains -- as if you've lost all shame. Each pit once meant each spark of love, but now only disdain. How could I love a woman who is so true to herself? How could a lion love a tiger, his mortal enemy?

I think you've got a good kernel of something here, River. I'd probably like it better as a good old fashioned poem, but I'd love to read more.