wild mad cat

iulia turcan

    the wild cat would scratch an eye or two tonight
    she is furious
    walking up and down the ledge
    sharpening her claws
    waiting for a prey
    tearing some flesh, smelling bloody wounds
    would calm down her nerves
    walking up and down
    scratching on the ledge
    tearing my silence
    with the scream of death
    I would simply be just a mad cat

    
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