The dismal tale of blood, cat and Love

​The unlit Chandelier feels heavier and misused,

Then unwashed tablecloth rottening and bruised. 

The leaking water tap of the kitchen demands a doctor, 

The soup that was to be prepared lays stagnant and unstirred. 

The windows unlatched creak and creak,

While the curtains hover adding dismal notes to silence.

The spilled blood now dried have crisped the bed sheet, 

The smell of it so pungent,  the cat growls and blinks. 

The curious neighbors question the uninvited newspapers at the door, 

The milkman frowns to his unanswered calls. 

The cat looks reduced, unfed and unkept

Meowing and meowing to awaken the dead. 

The cat owner does not respond with slits and blood all over

Yet the cat keeps meowing and attempts to reignite her.