The leopard splits herself.

Her heart, her blood, her pulses scrawl over her body
Her legs, the claws, the fur mangled in betweeh shards of hunger
Her eyes, crying black, with lust.
She runs in violent streaks of gold
striking upon bruised barks.
Her tongue flicks like a tantalizing firework
as she gorges on any kind of festering meat.
The way she slays
the vulnerable.
shoving empathy right in up her bowels.
Her spirit slides along the curve of her back
Her spine shields guilt arrows of the sun.
Fast and feral, like a mutated gunshot.
Spiralling out of control in callous frenzy.
Tensile and tight like blue veins creasing white necks.
Spurred on by quivering feathers in the sky
and moans from a riverbed.