One last write, then time to work

Are you childish enough to believe

Such gruel could come

From the mind of 

A Kitten?

Or

Perhaps

You're not.

The brightest eyes

The cat, the brain eater

The cat, the playful mutilator

All of this time, the thing you thought

You knew was never what you knew at all.

She sits, sipping her coffee through 

Stained teeth, whitened with

Baking soda toothpaste

She will suck the 

Molecules in

Then eat

The 

Demon

Air in order

To allow herself

The time to prepare

To become the Monster

That is Dormant

In Hibernation

Somewhere

Deep

In

There.