visitation

The cat sits on my chest.

Heavy, hard, compressing.

It likes it there. I don’t.

“Those mistakes, this secret, it’s becoming too much, is it not?” It hisses.

I shift.

It does not budge.

“Could you leave?” I ask.

It laughs.

“Love, open your eyes. I’m not even here.”

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