chasing the soul (novapsyche) wrote in cafe_brighid,
chasing the soul
novapsyche
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Confession #5

The rat's whiskers are moonlight.
They tickle the neck like fiberglass,
scratching your skin.

The night surrounds the rat like a river.
The night is a liquid glove
and the rat is lost in its grasp.
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