The Cat Meowed at Midnight
A sliver of a voice
that gets under the skin
and festers
Something small in the back
of the mind, the throat,
the cold part of the heart
Alone it grows
the unknown around
every corner, in every shadow
the burning porch light
that will never shed its light
on you again
A sliver of a voice
that gets under the skin
and festers
Something small in the back
of the mind, the throat,
the cold part of the heart
Alone it grows
the unknown around
every corner, in every shadow
the burning porch light
that will never shed its light
on you again
Anonymous
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