Golden Cat
He dragged himself along a narrow corridor,
carrying a golden cat statue with him.
He walked as though the weight of the world
was on his shoulders, as he vomited
out thick blood. His favorite white shirt
was now red and wet.
On his skin, veins were dark
and swollen, as though they wanted to explode!
It is picking the artifact
from goddess Bastet’s shrine,
that made him to be as he was….
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015
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