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Mar 2013
I'm a black cat.

I'm sleek and writhing,
moving my hips back and forth
to avoid
broken glass.

Tiny feet pitter
patter
making no sound as I drop to the
floor.

I am a black cat.

with eyes as green as emeralds
and rapid breathing.
I can't stop moving.
I can't stop ruining
everything you set in front
of me.

I am a black cat.

I am poison.
I'm like Macbeth in a theatre
onstage
watching the lobby go to flames.
watching the people scurry
I chase them.

I'm a black cat.

I'm stupid.
I'm young.
I'm terribly simple
and simply afraid.
and every tale you hear of me
is not true at all.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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