If Not A Wolf In Sheeps Clothing, Then What? - Poem by Catherine Allen
I am at a loss.
Tangled like a ball of yarn,
So hopelessly entertwined.
You are the mischeivious
Little Kitten who did this.
The Blood thirsty lion
Insisting upon tearing me apart
Until I am only severed veins
And smeared make up.
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