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“So what if I did it?”
“Do you have evidence?”
“Your cousin,”
“His neck, that isn’t natural”
“Ha, like that counts for-“
Bars.
“I should snap all your necks right now!”
Solitude can make anyone,
Mad.
Soft padding,
The click of claws on stone.
“Come here,”
A voice like the whisper of the wind.
Slowly, he comes out from shadow.
Wings stained,
From time,
From anger,
From pain.
A wild look in his eye.
But he takes her scarred paw anyway.
Free from his cage,
Brought into a new home.
Let blood drip,
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
A smile creeps on his face,
So what if his cousin was dead?
He deserved it.
And now,
He had her.
He had a friend.
“So let the blood spill!”
“Watch the crismon hit the bowl!”
“There’s beauty in pain,”
“A beauty I can’t ignore.”