Keeping Silent

Hidden under the old oak tree it beams in darkness. The sharp edges digging and pawing gnawing to reach the surface. With the echo of a chalkboard in my ear I feel its heartbeat searing mine. Shameful but not remorseful I’m silent as I let her still call out it’s name. Scars still are brightly lit on my arms from those remorseless claws tearing at me. I hated its eyes and purr and hiss as it glared intently at me Her sadness makes me hate it more so much so I cant stop remembering. The last moment in a handmade wood box it screeching and clawing for air, I say goodbye to that goddamn cat I buried alive under the old oak tree.