Two cats play piano;
Soft paws on ivory keys
Stumbling into unintentional melodies.
Whiskers tickle thick chords
As hammers hit hard harmonies.
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Your vanity is dressed in a velvet of dust
Napped by the stains of red lipstick rot.
You snag silk pyjamas on almond-shaped nails.
Seemingly profound first line.
Attempt to elaborate whilst willfully remaining obtuse.
By jarring line break;
Fragments of sentences.
Surprise! It’s really a metaphor.
Missing you is a sickness.
Love may be a blessing
But I can’t help hating
That even my own body rejects me.
I am alone.
We play words like puzzles
Mispelling our intentions in indirect dialects
Realising that there’s very little left to say