stretching, purring, full of contentment. laying his satisfied face onto the satin pillow. feathers strewn all about the room. poor little bird had met his untimely doom…….
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3 responses to “full moon fever”
This is darkly lyrical and quietly unsettling in the best way. The softness of stretching, purring, satin pillow collides with the violence implied by the scattered feathers, creating a sharp emotional contrast. You never name the act, yet it’s fully understood—subtle, restrained, and effective. The final line lands like a hushed verdict, leaving the reader to sit with the aftermath rather than the moment itself. It’s a compact piece, but heavy with implication and atmosphere—elegantly cruel, and very memorable.
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that is so wonderful, I’m laughing hard, somehow you get this ..
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even when I haven’t got a clue…
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