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Her gaze draws to mine, before she sets her sight on the battered mouse's corpse that she offers
There's a twitch to her ear, and I can't tell if she's listening for my praise or another kill
Delicate as ever, she paws at the present, pleased that she can longer feel a pulse
And she licks her lips in hopes that I might find this mouse appealing to my tongue
A twitch of her nose shows that she's sniffed out new prey to hunt tonight.
About the Creator
Connie
Poetry, Horror, Feminism and Spice... that is the makings of my writing journey.
Looking to continue to grow my craft and continue to create works that people enjoy reading.



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