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Room with no light. A rat still runs in loops for days. The cat waits in the dark, its blood, just cold. The cat's new born waits for food— as she preys on the weak. The cat makes its move. The rat has no way out. Blood that stains the rat red. In a frame that hangs, I look down— a dead man with a dead pet. Pathetic. Raziel Vale
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
Not my Home
Room with no light. A rat still runs in loops for days. The cat waits in the dark, its blood, just cold. The cat's new born waits for food— as she preys on the weak. The cat makes its move. The rat has no way out. Blood that stains the rat red. In a frame that hangs, I look down— a dead man with a dead pet. Pathetic. Raziel Vale
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
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