feed me to my night
all the cats are black
the withering has to happen
winter is going to make my arms shiver
not seen
not heard
pointless, pointlessly shunned
itโs so bad i must only have to get better
i want to write this so i will writeย this
my mother worries like itโs her profession
it doesnโt help
it doesnโt helpย me
the black cat
of mine
perches
cleans paws
i pinch
sitching
imperfection within another and another, etc. imperfection
iโm falling
canโtย sleep