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streaming blood from the belly of a wounded cat
rhythmic cries of pain erupting
into the deep, dark, icy sky
night killing the light of day
a girl twirls and spins, smiling
staring at the spasming body
whispering childish songs as she dances
a sense of peace emanating from within her.
Her soft heart is hardened by the darkness
she laughs, it cries
shards of glass pierce her eyes
she still laughs
decaying bodies float around her
it cries them screams in rage
she feels blood pouring from her belly
everything looks like a kaleidoscope
the glass distorts her sigh, blood tints it
and she sees 12 cats eating her blood
she laughs.
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes