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the judged cat
My child, what do you seek in this dresser drawer,
Vase of tulips or the keys to the bar,
The ulcers or the divine farm,
The pigs have started dying,
The roses have started bleeding,
Run away with your apple.
The cat kept whining in the daylight,
Her eyes have driven out,
She must have had ailurophobia,
Or just insane,
They weren't certain.
Or she must be in despair of the tulip she plucked from the vase,
Or the keys to the bar weren't the proper ones,
They weren't certain to speak,
But they still did,
Vomiting the red jelly lumps in their throat to the
streets like hungry wolves charged with a disease,
The red ball witnessing the horrors went on hide,
Leaving the cat alone in the stasis of the stairs.
© Poorna
Vase of tulips or the keys to the bar,
The ulcers or the divine farm,
The pigs have started dying,
The roses have started bleeding,
Run away with your apple.
The cat kept whining in the daylight,
Her eyes have driven out,
She must have had ailurophobia,
Or just insane,
They weren't certain.
Or she must be in despair of the tulip she plucked from the vase,
Or the keys to the bar weren't the proper ones,
They weren't certain to speak,
But they still did,
Vomiting the red jelly lumps in their throat to the
streets like hungry wolves charged with a disease,
The red ball witnessing the horrors went on hide,
Leaving the cat alone in the stasis of the stairs.
© Poorna
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