A poem:
As I licked the cat
Fur wound around my tongue,
stuck, entangled, malicious
Until I retched
Writhed
Flopped about
With crystal eyes
the cat silently watched as
the mist-white fur
stole the breath from my lungs.
Sonorous howling
Ceremonious retching
silence
silence
Then, the continuous farting
of a red and blue siren
Until on a white mattress I lay.
Almost blending in,
nearly unnoticeable
the feline foe crept
towards me
with his silver shining scythes
and ripped out
my silk-smooth scalp.
THE END
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