The Bloodtiger is not a mask. It is your weapon.
There is a body - warm fur, salt breath, a heart that tries to be a law. There is a name it repeats like a charm.
I arrive as pressure behind the eyes. A low heat under the ribs. An itch along the teeth where mercy goes to die.
He says no. Not with words. With posture. With habiiiit W ith th e wa y the cl aw ke ep choo sing n ot to lu nge I f we ak th e Blo odt iger ~~~~~~ wi ll ma ke a fa st fe ast o f yo u
REVERIE XIII EXOTAXIS - DAMAGED
The coat remembers red. Not blood - color. The sun’s shadow and stain learning the shape of fur.
He tries to pray. The words co……d
REVERIE XIII EXOTAXIS - DAMAGED
The Bloodtiger is not rage. Rage is sloppy.
REVERIE XIII EXOTAXIS - DAMAGED
And the worst truth settles warm in the chest: It was always possible. The Bloodtiger only taught the body how to stop pretending it wasn’t.
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Standard: Reverie I Reverie II Reverie III Reverie IV Reverie V Reverie VII Reverie VIII Reverie X Reverie XI Reverie XII Reverie XIV Reverie XVII Reverie XVIII Reverie XIX
Special: Reverie VI - Entaxis Reverie IX - Parataxis Reverie XIII - Exotaxis Reverie XV - Positive Scototaxis Reverie XVI - Negative Scototaxis Reverie XX - Palintaxis
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