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it's feet beat shattered glass and hot stone to escape
it hides in corners
cloaks itself in shadow
i thought the cat killer was my saviour
but it turns out he only likes cats
i feel something
it's pain
it's hate and disgust
fear and emptiness
i need to up my dosage
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I enjoyed how the 'affliction' is described like a cat, and you've been 'chasing it all my life', and so you are the cat killer.
Could be tightened up, perhaps. I think I'd prefer it without the 'it's' on the 13th and 14th lines. Just straight 'pain / hate and disgust / fear and emptiness' maybe...
Proper enjoyable. Excuse me, I must up my dosage...
Yeh..insane infatuations. I've been there myself and you tell the person and you feel like a total ass. Some parts of the poem left me swimming in mystery...but I like mystery. Cool poem.
