tick tock
i wait ever so impatiently
time slips by so quietly.
and if i dare to take a bite,
its silly venom would destroy me. look into my hands and see forever. one hundred and one, wrapped up in ten digits and two palms. a silver ring that means a sister, a scar that means foolish, nails that mean worry, lines i couldn't count if i tried. all like stars, too many to number and all meaning something different, a language i haven't figured out yet. so i stare dumbfounded as these fingers work over the keyboard attempting to convey in letters what runs through my head. a thought process on your monitor. who thought i'd spill? slit gills. for i am obviously not so much of a mammal. my blood is too cold. laying eggs of spite and malice watch them hatch from a safe distance and nibble your toes. nothing so big as to destroy you. how could you be my mouse? all cats must have a plaything. nothing like pussy to set the world straight. but then again straight is boring. be kinky, taste the rainbow, don't let them think they know you. keep them guessing, point those toes, i didn't hear you say "how high." but maybe i've floated away is all. because you're all starting to look like ants from here. i pinch my fingers and watch you vanish in my perspective. i devour you little ones! and if i don't do it? then eat your hearts out. i can't think i know me anymore. i tumble not so delicately but isn't it...delicious?
time slips by so quietly.
and if i dare to take a bite,
its silly venom would destroy me. look into my hands and see forever. one hundred and one, wrapped up in ten digits and two palms. a silver ring that means a sister, a scar that means foolish, nails that mean worry, lines i couldn't count if i tried. all like stars, too many to number and all meaning something different, a language i haven't figured out yet. so i stare dumbfounded as these fingers work over the keyboard attempting to convey in letters what runs through my head. a thought process on your monitor. who thought i'd spill? slit gills. for i am obviously not so much of a mammal. my blood is too cold. laying eggs of spite and malice watch them hatch from a safe distance and nibble your toes. nothing so big as to destroy you. how could you be my mouse? all cats must have a plaything. nothing like pussy to set the world straight. but then again straight is boring. be kinky, taste the rainbow, don't let them think they know you. keep them guessing, point those toes, i didn't hear you say "how high." but maybe i've floated away is all. because you're all starting to look like ants from here. i pinch my fingers and watch you vanish in my perspective. i devour you little ones! and if i don't do it? then eat your hearts out. i can't think i know me anymore. i tumble not so delicately but isn't it...delicious?