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    dots Submission Name: The Silent Catdots
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    Author: taintedsmiles
    Elite Ratio:    3.8 - 64/90/75
    Words: 74
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsThe Silent Catdots
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    The cat sits staring at me,
    with her yellow eyes.
    Staring at nothing;
    staring herself:
    empty...
    And all the words floating in the air,
    have infested her with mites.
    While every word that smacks her hard,
    in the head-
    cause more of them to bite.
    Her ears pound with blood,
    she tries to say she's had enough and,
    nothing...
    She just sits and stares,
    with yellowed eyes.
    Staring away the empty,
    silent cat inside.




    Submitted on 2012-03-06 17:51:24     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      God, I just hate this. To me the feline form is primal urge incarnate. Capable of savagery no other animal form can espouse. More agile on their feet than any other. If this force is defeating cat what hope is there for human kind? Perhaps this is too abstract of an interpretation, I admit I give my cat flea protection. But I don't relate the silent cat inside. To me cats are ablaze with hum and purr, autonomous avarice even, independent and aloof, self confident. I wonder is this about the defeat of your inner catty? Where the quagmire of meaning that words can create means more than the primal instinct of impetus. I have some catty advice : I am alive, my comprehension conceives. It may not be much but it's hard to metaphysical mystique ask for more. Perhaps personal sanctity but one must make this for themselves. meow!

    Bruce
    | Posted on 2012-03-06 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]


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