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


Author: Aidan Badinger I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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