there is the purring, at least

home to shower. first time in days. i can smell it on me. the cats have destroyed everything, knocked the roses over, the rose water into the litter box, as if they themselves had made the Great Flood. how presumptuous. she said to me black eyeliner brings out the black in your hair and i have been wearing it since. leaving traces on pillows in the beds i sleep in, black flutters pressed into the cotton. can you read the torments in my dreams? 

like Rogue but my hair's turned black instead, black for every dream i can't breathe i'm smothered i can't fight i'm trapped. it's not the cat's fault she sleeps on my chest. it's the same black dreams any way.