first 2 last 2 exercise

First two :

eyes blink in the dark. adjusting to the shades of soft fur. she seeked my warmth, an escape from the lonely rain. it was too dark and wet to see but the vibration of her symphony told me all i needed to know.

Purring comfort while the Whisper in the wind has its aria. Warm. Inviting. Home. The cat that I named pastrami understood. Home was always the long con.

Last two :

While memories of her past lingered in trickles. Little embers lighting that fire inside, the survivor. Hands grasped for hands. Fingers linked. Wishing. Yearning . hoping that this. That this wasn’t this.

The smell of weak coffee and cheap tobacco eroded the peace. Regret and longing crowded the front door. Reaching out, bones yearn for goodbye. A familiar purr. It comes full circle. She curls up and blinks. And blinks. Waiting for that last response that….

*you can’t give. But also the exercise had to involve a stray cat. Went with it.*

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You’re cluttered with insecurity. You cut out pieces of you. just to paste them to a version you don’t quite believe in and yet.

Snap crackle pop. The nostalgic voice of innocence. While the a.m static of cartoon intros and animated theme songs caught you in their inner net. It’s all connected now with ether and binary code.

The data doesn’t compute into my auxiliary port. And the hard drive needs room for the brake down you don’t have space for.

And the clipboard of your brain is currently under construction.

It’s one zero zero one one percent still you.

Gemini moon

When family means love is thicker than blood. And the fear sinks below the care that sticks and the binds making this cake in my heart.

Hugs are soft and fluffy while voices carry and shared kisses are moist with emotion and passion.

And the icing on this fucking cake is as sweet as the support of a friend, sprinkled with encouraging shots of optimism. And garnished, like a post card photo, extraordinarily happy.