We each experience our own inner hell
and peace whenever we want to. Those
feline emotions, fickle and furry,
inexplicably adorable yet sharp, clawed.
How have we made it this far? Someone
or something
must really love us.
We take the world with a grin, but shudder
at the notion of a cold slab of stone,
the way others access us; facades.
Emotions hold truth, sure, and feel good
sometimes.
WHARVED 