Abyssal eyes that
Bore into my soul and
Call me to
Devote my
Everything to them.
Ferocious teeth that
Gnaw and catch,
Harming fragile skin.
Insidious moans that
Jolt me to my core,
Keening darkly, quietly,
Long into the night.
My fingers tremble,
Nudging inky fur and sinew
Off the narrow bed.
"Please let me sleep,"
Querulously I beg,
Reeling in exhaustion,
Supplication rolling off my
Tongue onto deaf ears.
Under the bed my dear feline crawls,
Voicing his displeasure and grievance.
Wakefulness torments me as the
Xanthic eyes gaze resentfully,
Yowling continuing unabated beyond the
Zenith of the moon.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
A pseudonym, of course,
To allow for open discourse,
Words channeling my lifeforce
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Haha this is so relatable for any owner of a fur baby! Well done!
Brings back memories - my childhood cap used to disturb my sleep almost every night! Great work!
Cats. Can't live with them, can't persuade them. (Actually, living with cats is usually a joy.)
I relate...have two meows