I'm sitting here.
Cold, but sweating.
Waiting, just waiting.
The cat jumps on the table;
Licking me.
Licking me so fiercely;
I fall.
Now I am in pieces.
Shattered by a cat.
©C.Andreas
"Write from the point of view of a glass on the edge of a table"
Sunday, January 20, 2013
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