Our cat sleeps between us
on the mattress we laid on our living room floor.
She finds the warmth and sticks to it.
Her knees are weak from surgery.
It's undesignated where she chooses to sit.
For the past couple weeks, she doesn't seem too hungry.
She's a witness to the demons that saunter out of me
Pulling me back within myself.
She lays on my chest
She lays between your legs
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Our cat sleeps between us
on the mattress we laid on our living room floor.
She finds the warmth and sticks to it.
Her knees are weak from surgery.
It's undesignated where she chooses to sit.
For the past couple weeks, she doesn't seem too hungry.
She's a witness to the demons that saunter out of me
Pulling me back within myself.
She lays on my chest
She lays between your legs
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