Die Now Ms. Kitty

I’m writing this to remind me of Kitty who has died peacefully, finding her way back to me. Thrown twice, her last attempt to come back caused her dehydration and abused from people. I sneaked her in my room, laid that night exhausted and sick.. They’d laugh at me knowing it had caused me pain.. And so, I am sending her my thoughts to know that there’s one who has only cared..

Die Now Ms. Kitty

Light possessed by dark images
stolen from the womb of comfort
take the pain for it won’t be long.
Drink from black waters of regret
You will find me soon

You will be taken.
Do not be afraid.
Use your heart to follow through.
Embrace the light that has guided you once
Remember my touch when you’re down

Bleeding and bruised.
Long travel failed to wither that will
It was worth it–the love you long to feel
Now lay in my arms, rest from world’s neglect
Die now Ms. Kitty, hold my hand in your sleep..

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