Two
Cats.Hers.
Despair,
Narrowed
It
Eyes
At
The
Black
Deity
In
Front
Of
It...Hers.
Life
I
Think
Her
Name
Was?
Her.
Thing.
Maniacal
Hissed
Threateningly-
Inticingly
DrawingI
Reached
My
Hand
Towards
The
Beautiful
Death..But
It's
Weapons
Met
My
Skin-
Clawing
At
My
Skin..Leaving
Nothing
But
Red...And pain..
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The White Cat
Short StoryShe's full of despair- losing her way A cat. Changing her. In unexplained ways. Her only saviour. *** ©2015 TheHuntersBird