feeling a pain
a knife in my back
not from her words
but from your actions of thrusting that rusty blade to the hilt
in my flesh and muscle
you seem to posess a smile of pride and mockery on your face
i feel so damn light headed i can't force my eyes to see straight

i was your pet,
you held yarn in front of my face and i scrambled for the end,
you tickled behind my fluffy ears
just to gain my trust,
slowly rubbed my stomach for just a little more dependability on top,
then as i was purring away
still caught in a daze,
and you attacked when you saw the chance
showing no sign of remorse.