Kitty mews in the dark
The other sits beside him
He slumbers, satisfied with his kill zone.
The other contemplates the belt as it sits
Wrapped like a mortal coil.
How easy it would be to slide it around his neck
Yank
Until the mortal coil snaps and leaves its band
Of red around his life.
She could be finished
With him
Forever.
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