My foot on the back of the tiger’s neck, I can’t let up. The pressure applied is keeping me alive. But my legs are shaking. This level of stress is hard to sustain. My knees are starting to give way and my peace is going with it. Anxiety steps in. I’m losing ground. My mind, once quiet with determination, is starting to shift focus to the growls beneath my petite size 8. Such a small amount of surface for such large shoes to fill.
The growls begin intensifying as I begin to question my judgment. See, I thought I was built for this. I’ve trained in the jungle, coming out of every battle stronger than I was before. I’ve made peace with the monkeys and learned how to manipulate the snakes. I’ve silenced the hyenas and mastered the lion’s roar. But as I stand one misstep away from Death, I have to wonder if this is what my training was for?
I gain some composure. Reposturing, symbolizing a slight reassurance as I muster up some strength. I can’t let up. From this position, I am the only one who can offer me defeat. So I stay. And I wait. With enough pressure, the tiger will have to faint. Hopefully, it will be before I break.
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Tiffiney Cornish
Tiffiney spends her time between poetry and screenplays. Her writings stem from a propensity to explore life's most sensitive topics, challenge societal norms, and articulate vulnerabilities that are often considered too taboo.
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