I am that cat with a Broken back.

I am a tangent waiting to happen.
I am the communist manifesto
of potential spoiling
into a sour rotten curd.
I am beseeched by a stupid
Lovely tale. Waiting for
the word.
Of bitterness and a haunting that grows stale.
Waiting cuz I want to.
I am endless reflected light
Hunger, Sorrow, and Spite.
Growling for a fight.
But only pools of black
Mirroring what you have
Is exactly what you Lack.

Everything that is done
you can never be taken back.

I Am That Cat with a Broken Back.