she and demon, forged in untold years of longing, one near-death, and one perfect, terrifying spring she called you you called her ceiling cat smiles from the strata “told you some things never erode” she said you took forever you said listen, little witch, you weren't ready feral paper spells notwithstanding lost in translation i was never bad ceiling cat smiles from the strata “told you some things never erode” just ask ceiling cat your people made pitiful contracts miserable beds in which you laid were born and if lucky died but not before you blamed your shit on us ceiling cat smiles from the strata “told you some things never erode” now you know my basement rocks knock the socks right off your memory box with velvet the color of the inside of your eyelids when you soar so hard the world goes red-black hinges made of the exact sound of letting go ceiling cat smiles from the strata “told you some things never erode” so close the lid hear it purr feel it hum ceiling cat watches cloud-asshole screaming ownership demon laughs, fists still inside property is theft theft is wet ceiling cat smiles from the strata “told you some things never erode” wings batter the ceiling wings fold into blanket same feathers new use sadist pins the demon demon thanks the sadist no victim only forge ceiling cat smiles from the strata “told you some things never erode” basement knobs ancient crust thrust up through layered skin still hard still proud after four billion years underneath we sit on one feel the old rock ceiling cat smiles from the strata “told you some things never erode”
