I am lying in my bed with our cat, who is sleeping. But sometimes the cat wakes up as he hears the birds chirping (it's already morning in here).
And as the cat turns his head at the window, I freak out.
Because I can see the hunger in his eyes, as he wants to go after the birds. The thirst for blood...
I can't touch the cat right now - because I remember lying in another bed, somebody sitting next to me, putting his filthy hand everywhere while there are so many, many parts of me, so many parts of a six years old child, running away and hiding in the room.
And he had the same look on his face -
And it belonged to me.
And as the cat turns his head at the window, I freak out.
Because I can see the hunger in his eyes, as he wants to go after the birds. The thirst for blood...
I can't touch the cat right now - because I remember lying in another bed, somebody sitting next to me, putting his filthy hand everywhere while there are so many, many parts of me, so many parts of a six years old child, running away and hiding in the room.
And he had the same look on his face -
And it belonged to me.
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