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How poor Edna died in an asylum |
| Edna said it was the cats; Their dirty claws breaking Dark stones upon her breast Laughing like dirty gypsies. She said they took her heart In ripped red ribbons; Eating it on her best china, Staining the bleached sheets. So they would be back; Black paws padding, Stinking of Lysol and rubber straps, Glinting little needle teeth. Shadows swelled at Midnight, With a roar of hungry purrs. A last gasp as Edna ended with a whisper, “Will it be liver tonight”? |