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.
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