Cat Fight

I swear I saw the claws rip flesh,
inhailing dander,
the worst sound since ive heard death,
although silent,
sleek coates run loudly tender,
crimson sheets like the rain
they cascade,
streaming down,
patterns unlike
nothing that repeats itself.
the protege that i have picked,
ripped and scarred,
the only sense that gives pleasure
to the feline,
she sleeps unkempt.

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