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The Cat Brings a Gift

I want to say it was a roach but it was legless, limp and with a vacant yet accusing glare.

A glare that screamed… How could you have let me die in this terrible agony?!

How indeed! But the truth remains that I was snuggled up in my blankets while the carnage was happening downstairs. 

I heard the click clack of rapidly moving feline toes but thought nothing of it. 

I’m sure the snake, lizard and cricket all feel the same way about their common enemy: The Cat : as they have all suffered such fate.

I’m partly to blame I’m sure. No scolding or shouts, but plenty of love to go around! 

If I were honest the guilt does trip me at times, some disgust in the mix but deep in my heart I know fluffy can do no wrong 🙂

©catloverr

Monster Behind Portrait

She speaks behind an old portrait, situated on a bathroom at the end of the hallway, murmuring about her death. 

Where the portrait resides, there is a rectangular door and her bare feet can sometimes be seen as she is always standing.

A war broke out along time ago and the residents of the house suffered cruelties. Their last days were spent behind portraits. 

The rectangular nook, crude and out of place served to feed them. When the invaders abandoned the abode, or perished under the curse of the terrible storm, the residents died, having no one to feed them.

The woman who suffered the most was of abnormal height, and the portrait was based at a particular inhumane location, the bathroom. 

This portrait was not like others, it had a plaque with the woman’s name engraved in it. She sounds the loudest of the four. 

The house, though beautiful at one point is cursed, and unless you make a deal with the residents, the same brutal incident repeats itself when a great storm falls.

The ghost? Monster of the woman is not easily appeased. In death, insane and blood thirsty, you may talk but do not put yourself where she can grab you. 

Her portrait hangs above an old sink, inevitable it is to see her. A frightening but pitiful monster, delirious for freedom and revenge. 

If you make the deal, she will save you  from intruders, robbers, and murderers… But then you will be at her mercy.

— Monster behind the portrait, Catloverr’s Journal of Nightmares and Monsters.


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Box Dust

I cried for help but no one could hear my screams 

inside a tightly sealed box. 

My shouts reached no one and I suffocated while hoping I would be saved. 

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Based on another nightmare.

Arachnophobia

Tender is the arachnid that crawls up your spine,

injects you with venom and leaves you

Gasping for life.

And sweet retribution once the gigantic vermin is scorched to a crisp.

Paralyzed no more,

you are free.
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This was based on a nightmare that went pretty much the same way as the poem.

Lost Our World

By a mirthless declaration,

I was drawn to your ugly countenance and in it I saw repentance.

But there was no hesitation on my part to push you into the cold, and unforgiving depths.

©catloverr