Prose
Cat String
Cat-caught long ago After a scream of pleasure Trying to escape Mitsi was looking at me with inquisitive eyes, waiting to see what I was going to do with the creature in my hand. As I laid it on the floor, moving it ever so slowly, Mitsi was preparing the assault. Ears raised, whiskers straightened, eyes transfixed, body motionless, tail tip moving to a mute music, she attacked with her previously sharpened claws. The string had no chance of escaping.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
I Used To Be A Dreamer, But Now I Can’t Even See Myself In The Future
“Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?” I paused, stunned and dumbfounded. Whenever people asked me that question, I had visions laid out before them. I had detailed and vivid descriptions of the person I aimed to become and the future I wanted to create. I would speak with unwavering certainty, my future stretching out before me with endless possibilities. That question was something I could answer in a blink of an eye. But now, I can’t answer it. I don’t have an answer anymore.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
