She was pretty,yet a risk because she had claws and couldn't missed ,she chose me. Yet was it a priveldge ,for this cat who peers at the gray sky sees hundreds of things including my insides and maybe one day she'll just go off take what I gave her and run off she'll claw at my lungs and eyes for she won't let me sight the woman I loved oh how tragic.Indeed but maybe it's time for her to get a new rat I'm not an experiment more then that and maybe I'll never find another like her but she was toxic like the apple presented to Snow White maybe that's the ANWSER or maybe I'll die push her off the cliff let the volchers feed at her eyes take away the mirror that made her feel pretty inside .lock her away where no one will find her and become a writer for I am talented no matter her words she'll always be at fault no matter the verse
