Pet Sin

sometimes it is warm.

the comfort of your presence,

but still, a sinister company.

breathing down my spine at night.

shivers in my bed.

whispering in my head while i sleep.

i used to feed you,

until, i stopped.

unsure of whose pet is who?

you fed me and i fed you.

now, i starve you

and slowly,

you don’t come around anymore.

*

*

every now and then,

i’ll hear your chitterings from under the bed,

“here, kitty kitty”

But i ignore your tease instead.

*

****************************************

My entry to RM Stocktons unofficial February challenge “monsters under my bed”

My entry was inspired by a sermon I heard on starving your addictions.

Thank you for reading! If you’d like to play along you can visit the link below.

https://vocal.media/writers/february-write-club-prompt-unofficial-challenge