Her furious heart,
caged within her ribs of steel,
like lion's teeth,
it splits the air like a saw of destruction.
It beats on,
like a warrior of great might.
In a hard, dark winter of greys and whites,
alive in her chest it pounds on,
it pounds on,
it pounds on.
A lion's claw,
tearing into the skin of her voice,
ripping at its edges,
biting away at its innards.
Clawing at her mind and breaking through her thoughts,
falling to her jaw,
chewing at her gums and playing with her tongue.
The lion in her heart,
the lion in her heart,