Where Cats Go. I'm the girl who inhaled the world.Where Cats Go. by ~winterbelle
Lucid dreaming backwards, kicking rocks
Skipping rocks, stacking boulders
Building the earth's womb,
I planted dreams.
The pyramids; triangle hips, sleep apnea; her postmortem floods and quakes
Nine months later,
I placed pennies over her eyes, Inhaled. Exhaled-
And heaved out mounds of soil, wet vines,
Some dark, cavernous underground.
My ribs choked and packed Creation. My temper split Pangaea
And by Sunday I had left Earth to live with the Cats.
Bliss 
I had a lovely time
Appreciate it 
