Doll in Wonderland

I: Waking

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.

 

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    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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