dreaming Quit composing woudya
mete out clearly sharply
words woke him
could suppose they
gave him permission to use the head
urinating he thought he was composing Chainsaw Hacksaw
Buzzsaw
Chain Hack Buzz
coud
hearem bitch in the bedroom Don’t call
us that.
they could read his mind But
yawere ya absolutely were Pulled my ass
out of a going-one-way sling
Don’t call us that. Please.
they werent really
worried they knew he wasnt partial to
nicknames
hed only use them in the future teaching lessons or to recall his deep affection for them his respect that they saved his ass
You were truly magnificent
Say
thank you
they chuckled conspiratorially
No biggie Daddy-O, no biggie.
fast asleep
awakened
noise in the livingroom
he sat up two cats were poised at the foot of the bed their attention riveted on the hall livingroom beyond
queen sat on the steamer trunk under the
window she too was fixated on the
doorway hallway
he slipped out of bed
was naked
didnt do the cinema HELLO WHOS THERE
cats primedremained steadfast eyes big their vision working the dark
silently he went up the hall into
the livingroom
no sooner stepped inwas rocked by a fist on the temple staggeredthrew a hand outcaught the sofa table eyes went to his coach coachs eyes convinced him he gathered himselfdidnt dropped though some element wanted him down he was yanked off the tablespun right into a telegraphed haymaker meant for his face tucked his chin took the brunt on the forehead widows peak
that couldnt have been
comfortable was rocked backwards into flurry of kidney punches glanced again coachs eyes convinced him he spunthrew an elbow caught bone skull was banged forward a knee meant for his balls turned his hip took it on the thighbehind him a hiss from Hell shriek queen shreddingclimbed an assailants back bit his
neck slashed his face with both paws claws took an eye assailant to his right tom a heavyweight slammed
into the outside of his knee it turned inwardcrumpled he fell tom lacerated his
shins thighs bit his hands as he tried to fend him off coach nodded but his leg collapsedhe hit the wall with his shouldertook heavy claws
upcross his back then he was light and the guy before him with the bad hand wrist was slow
to get his arms up avoid the buzzsaw of claws that raked his chest throat lips
face a bloody slicedslashedfuckin mess rendered in seconds
cats leapt away growling deep in their
throats hissing backs
arched
fuckedup three hit the doordoorjambs stumbled
out cryingmoaning they escaped down the hill
looked at
coach
put a stool down in his
corner
Chain Hack Buzz
Don’t call us that.
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