10/ Soft voice picked me up.
She said "be good" and suddenly
I was thrust down —
down . . . down . . . down
down inside something dark
with hard sharp corners
and just one tiny line of light
slicing in at the top.
Maybe I cried.
I don't remember.
For a long time
I stayed trapped in close-smelling black
my paws sliding on smooth
my claws skidding
my head bumping side to side
Everything moving
Noises throbbing through me
I felt sick and scared.
Maybe I cried
but I don't remember.
