My Cat's Brains

[thatguyoverthere]

I had a cat
It died.
The thing never liked me.
I never liked it back.

Now I have its remains
Cluttered in a chaotic mess
Already decaying
Its body praying to be annihilated

Got it from mom
Was a birthday present
Though I loathed it when it was alive
I find myself in love now,
With its dead body

I killed it.

I have separated its brains
Which now sit on my coffee table
Every morning it greets me
Consoles me that I did a lovely thing.

[Richard]

Since you added no commentary with this, could you possibly answer any of the following questions?

Is this something you wrote, or something you literally did?

Was this something someone else wrote and you found it enlightening, or that it displayed some kind of quality prose or poetry?

Is there something to this bit that you believe recommends itself?

Just curious.

[thatguyoverthere]

Okay,
Answers=

# yes, This is something I wrote myself. I didn't do anything like that Literally.

# No, this isn't something anyone else wrote.I don't find it enlightening or anything but a little entertaining perhaps.

# i don't believe this piece recommends anything. The whole thing is just the thoughts of an unknown subject who hated his cat and killed it only to find he loves the cat now that its dead.

I assure you, the whole thing is based on my imagination. i just wanted to showcase this in a macabre way.

Thanks for taking your time to read, Richard.

[Richard]

Appreciate the feedback. The added commentary helps others to understand it better, especially when we may not be familiar with any given style or interest of a new poster.

Richard