Literature
Indoor/Outdoor
Tell me, love, how are you that different from the strays outside— half-furred, sharp: all claws and scars, chipped teeth And if I left the door open, I’m sure you’d walk out on me again Off in search of something akin to sunlight, some other hands far softer than mine, some sheets with a higher thread count, someone who thinks you were taught manners— that it’s wrong to play with your food And I’d lay still for you, let you do what you want with me— shreds of my heart dragged off and smeared across the floor Don’t you know I’m sorry I wish you well Well, I wish— Honestly, I wish you’d stay Did you think I wouldn’t notice when the world told you to speak, told you to learn some manners, that your voice came out in a tone I loved, triggered some instinct buried in the deepest parts of me And I remember you said, Darling, my darling, domestication shouldn’t be this easy: nothing more than series of screams, lying together in the moonlit grass
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