A voice so shrill
it cuts glass;
the way it eats my flesh
with everything swallowed whole.
A breath can inhale and
I see the cringe
escape my shoulders
before I stop it.
Hostility suits this game
of Cat and Mouse.
Your oh so helpless manner reeks
and the smell is faintly
pathetic.





Leslie Gore, eat your heart out. Cat nailed your pity party to the wall.
As Chaka Khan sang, "Once you get started, ohhh, it's hard to stop."






I liked the poem too... it just kind of clashed with the picture.



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