Exterminating Angel

rat skull
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The cat that killed it not the rat. Bad idea to bite back; should’ve run away.
And she’s curled up on a fleece, hard against my knee, purring in her sleep, like butter wouldn’t melt … couldn’t melt — she’s so cold — stone killer — bitter and so sweet.

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