Kitsy Boo hated his name.
"Kitsyyyyyyyyyyy," his owner, Marguerite, would call. "Boooooooooooooo!"
Every time the shaky old voice called for him, the other neighborhood animals would laugh.
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my foot keeps twitching my mind is blank and numb
this air is dry and humid still and full of movement
don't disturb this madhouse pls it's my sanctuary
silence seems like it slices through sound
auditory senses in the here the now
a brief respite.
my eyes droop
these cushions soft
my blanket toasty.
my eyes droop
a padded room,
a straitjacket.