Poem

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A dream, but not a dream to me,
A black cat sat at the door twitching its tail,
I open the door to let him in
and shut the door quickly,
When I look back there's another black cat
sitting there twitching its tail,
I open the door and let him through but as I do
3, 4, 8...
big and bulky cats
I scream,
I jump back
My youngest brother, through the door
I tell him to go lock himself away,
before it's too late.
But before I knew it he was pounced on
1 minute later, he's gone.
I sink,
My family torn apart
My turn and I gave up.
No kicking
No screaming
Skin and bone...
I was dead, and they were gone,
In this peace, a sparkly blue feather floated down onto my chest
replaying this scene over and over making it harder
to wake up...


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