the pet cat i never had
by Giselle

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you confine yourself to empty loops of tiny chains that were never obligated and scratch off every prick that so as well agitates you
away with the noise where the purrs of your memory haunt,
| shout, |
| beg |
| love love |
| love love love love |
| love scramble through ephemeral epilogues to love |
| love love |
| love love |
| love |
wash the petite patterns off your opulent skin that has hit the sun
| without ever thinking, really knowing how to creep up |
| from |
| your |
| toes |
trace the red dot that tramples onto your own fur
and you, sister have the tools to learn
how to take care of the pet cat you never had