Feline Warrior

First one, then the other. Then both at once. It’s the battle of the me’s.

With Franque as the audience, they perform whenever possible (er… necessary?). Did I say perform? No, it’s truly a battle.

Let me tell MY story!
No! MY story!

MY childhood!
NO! MY childhood!

MY grandmother!
NO! MY grandmother!

As I sit there, in between, chewing food only to send it down to the ever-expanding ulcer. Waiting, watching, in pain. Emotional pain.

A narcissistic melody. Screechy and inane.

Madness.  

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