I turned into a housecat
I laid down one day, in the lazy afternoon sunlight
Daydreaming, thinking of shiny things
Enjoying lazy days
I woke up and realized I want to prowl again
I want to be hungry
I need to remember that drive to fend for myself
I need to feel something
And I want my claws back
Please lock the door behind me when I leave, or I will come slinking in again
To curl up in your blankets
I am not yours.
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Doll in Wonderland (
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Comments1
belonging, is a tricky concept
when we think we've found our place,
sands of fate, move the ground beneath us
just enough for us to doubt;
similarly when we arrive at a place we're destined, to be
we don't like that notion of inevitability, like
its draining our sense of independence
and so, we stir up a little fuss:
'I woke up and realized I want to prowl again
I want to be hungry
I need to remember that drive to fend for myself
I need to feel something
And I want my claws back'
(thanks for sharing,
a unique read)
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