My mind is fuzzy.
I can't think straight.
I hear a clock ticking.
Is it just in my head?
Do you hear it too?
I round a corner.
The cat waits there.
It watches me.
It watches me.
It watches me.
It's all in my head.
I know this to be true.
But it's so hard when
My thoughts are
Staring right at me.
Determined not to react
I walk right past the cat.
There's another.
It sits in the sink.
It watches me.
It watches me.
It watches me.
I turn around.
There's another.
They're watching me.
They're watching me.
They're watching me.
I clutch my head and scream.
Comments
Ha! I almost wish this were a short story, not just a poem -- I want more! This has great potential to be taken further in both creepy and hilarious directions. My cat has a penchant for staring at me through the crack in my doorway at night, too, sometimes for a whole hour or two... I often wonder what the heck is going on her little brain.
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