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Two Hungry Cats: A Short StoryKiro and Jack were like twin shadows; moving in and out along the long and dusty hallways of The Home. That evening, as always, their tails were linked together so gently only the tips of their hairs brushed in a silent message of camaraderie.
"Tich tat tich tat tat .tat tich "
At the same moment, they both froze and perked their ears. Kiro gently tugged on their adjoining leash, a silent indicator for Jack to join her in investigating the scuttling sounds coming from behind the plastic wrapped love sofa.
She couldn't speak, of course, but Jack could see the glittering curiosity in her lemon eyes. A mouse, perhaps? Such promising prospects could not go unexplored.
As it turned out, it didn't take them long to find their prize. With the combined fruitful searching of their noses, they soon discovered a few surely tasty morsels hidden in the knotted hole behind a burgundy desk. It couldn't have taken them more than two minutes.
Death of a Witch: A SonnetI come upon this darkened grave,
of a lone night and unhallowed scorn;
this ground is cold, so frozen they've
so thawed the earth to mourn.
Return to ash, your dusted brow,
come not to our door again;
men of wit and burning bough,
your form beyond our ken.
A woman of the shadowed cape,
mirroring what we'd wish not know;
from your body, your breath escape,
thine curse your lips bestow.
Eternity is spent here, in this broken town;
as we burn together, together we fall down.
I'm Static BlankSomeone killed my creativity.
too far to see.
A boat went over the edge of the world
A flash in the dark
in a heart.
he needs to hear my voice.
Can he hear
The Scissors and the GirlShe slit open the small brown thing,
gutting it like a wide mouth bass,
slicing through a single layer of fur-like fabric
to reveal the soft white insides beneath.
A stuffed animal died that day,
as a child decided she was far too old,
and dismembered it on the drawing room floor.
(Let's play teddy bear autopsy;
I'll be the doctor,
you be the patient.
Time to get dissected, sweetie,
I promise it won't hurt a bit.)
She laid out the remains so carefully
such a limp little sad thing it was
it was like a revered ceremony to honor a passing
of the old and the new and the sick.
Why do all good things fade away?
With the breaking of the earth and the tearing of cloth;
her mother wasn't there to make it all better,
and the teddy bear with the pink ribbon was gone.
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