Dear Spying Soulmate, You’ve made your own asylum, and now you’ll have to keep it.
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A Black Cat Moment
Dear Spying Soulmate, Loyalty rests in incest. I know you’re surprised by my understanding of this. Whether spiritual, or physical, the strongest bond between two souls is made from blood ancestry.
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Spying Soulmate, You stuffed her, didn’t you? Sometime my night, your early morning hour; you did her, didn’t you? Then you finished yourself, stood up, and veered left away from her almost lifeless body. She lay there white-blanketed on your spotless hardwood floor, then turned her neck slowly to my right and gasped forContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
I know I’ve been away several days now. Some know that running motif in my life that as the Black Cat I have lived by and know all too well. That is, the Black Cat returns. No, I’m not referring to that time, that year, when I returned home to my ancestral place, Salem, Massachusetts.Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
The plump, mucky mouse is lost in my maze.
A Black Cat Moment
There’s this traveling bullet, yawing and clawing, slowly spinning to its right. It’s learning to find its fine flight, yet still troubled by where to land.
A Black Cat Moment
There’s this mucky mouse, see, that thinks it’s a rat, see, been playing with me, see, striving to escape, see, waking from its nap, see, soons finds out it’s trapped, see.
A Black Cat Moment
I once ate a rat. It was eight inches long. It took me three years to swallow it whole. I licked its dried up blood off my left paw during its funeral.
A Black Cat Moment
To the spying soulmate, I know where your paranoia lives. You’ve made Hell your mind, Heaven your heart, and nothing’s left that gives. Like Lucifer, you believe Hell to be a better reign than a server to Heaven. You’ve fallen for this over here, for that over there, and thus, made your mind his obsession.Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
Why peep through from behind the curtain? I’m not standing on the stage. Why do you always seem so certain? But not see the seated cage.
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