My soulmate suffers from schizophrenia. His fortress keeps an encyclopedia. His episodes are alphabetized, unreachable and unadvertised. Detained in darkness and no depth, His scrambled heart creeps out in steps. I know not what to do– hate him and love him, too ?
Category Archives: Darkness
A Black Cat Valentine’s Day Massacre
You see, the difference between you and me is my eyes remain wide open while yours are still wide shut. You see, the difference between you and me is I offer blessings while you deliver curses. You see, the difference between you and me is I like licking on long-lasting lollipops while you like suckingContinue reading “A Black Cat Valentine’s Day Massacre”
A Black Cat Moment
When your little black, ball-shaped eyes stare at me, I know you think you see me. Your blindfold makes you believe that. Can’t you see yourself in me? Just because you have whiskers, and I have whiskers, doesn’t mean we’re the same. Mine are pointed and ready, yours fatigued and sweaty.
A Black Cat Moment
You left me crooked there with that remark you just made. Let me straighten your angle. You seem a little lost in thought again. So you say you do it for the thrill. What’s that? You’ll need more chunks of cheese trails to chase after me? You mean those third-party hookers just won’t do? CheddarContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
If you claim to be a Christian, you’d better know about demons. If you claim to be a Muslim, you’d better know about demons. If you claim to be a Hebrew, you’d better know about demons. If you claim to be a Buddhist, you’d better know about demons. They exist. They’ll come by your side–whereContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
You wrapped your face with papier-mâché and thought I wouldn’t get through. But with a clip and a clop, a pluck, a plop, these kitty nails peeled off your face of two. One side was caked in empty dreams, the other, blistered by poverty.
A Black Cat Moment
You’re still counting my orgasms–six–even soon after we finished the act. I had to stop, for I didn’t want you to suffer a swelled head. You are automatic. Your breath…it ticks on even times even. Mechanical and scripted. There’s a compliment here for you, stuffed somewhere in there.
A Black Cat Moment
How come you want my candle on low flame, but yours has the right to build and burn up fires?
A Black Cat Moment
I know where you buried me. I breathe in your diary. You read me and thought you were me. I lick my paws, wait and see.
A Black Cat Moment
You have horns, and I have claws. Don’t say we’re not equals. Up for another late-night battle?
Black Cat Words 