An allegory so thinly veiled, I might as well have cling-filmed it.
I received an unexpected gift
early one morning
I opened the door, and there she was:
A little white kitten.
I called her “Snowy”.
When she was young,
Snowy was fun
and fluffy and playful.
I'd say we frolicked,
but that is such a loaded word.
But almost overnight,
I woke up to find that
Snowy's heart had turned to ice.
She'd stick her cold claws into my fingers,
get under my feet,
& try & trip me up
& break my neck
at every
available
opportunity.
I fucken hate Snowy.
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