Abyssal eyes that
Bore into my soul and
Call me to
Devote my
Everything to them.
Ferocious teeth that
Gnaw and catch,
Harming fragile skin.
Insidious moans that
Jolt me to my core,
Keening darkly, quietly,
Long into the night.
My fingers tremble,
Nudging inky fur and sinew
Off the narrow bed.
"Please let me sleep,"
Querulously I beg,
Reeling in exhaustion,
Supplication rolling off my
Tongue onto deaf ears.
Under the bed my dear feline crawls,
Voicing his displeasure and grievance.
Wakefulness torments me as the
Xanthic eyes gaze resentfully,
Yowling continuing unabated beyond the
Zenith of the moon.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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Timothy
My fingers inch closer to the keyboard, itching to obliterate a day's worth of work. It's some of my best writing I've done to date, but at what cost? The words seem to bleed, dripping onto my desk. For a millisecond, I'm sitting in front of a crime scene, looking at dead, begging eyes. Why? Why me?
By Alexandria Stanwyck4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Haha this is so relatable for any owner of a fur baby! Well done!
Brings back memories - my childhood cap used to disturb my sleep almost every night! Great work!
Cats. Can't live with them, can't persuade them. (Actually, living with cats is usually a joy.)
I relate...have two meows