Mewling
I gave you my heart.
I held
it out
cat's cradled in small,
stroking, adoring fingers
as one might a secret
treasure - unweaving
protective,
wreathing-ribbing, so you
could
share
in my delight and see
as I did, love
as I
could.
You picked it up by scruff,
smelled it,
made a pew-face,
shook it
and when nothing valuable fell,
only shocked, newling-
mewling
and tiny rose-thorn, protest-scrabbling,
you filled
a bucket,
threatened to stick my head
in it
and directed me
to drown
it.
And I did.
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