Penalty

I have heard cats bark

in corners of my mind

that I polish

with a texture of magenta

say cheese

and I smile

do not blink, I am told

'cause my left eye is a camera

painting fake colours

that dissolve and create

chaotic sensibility

the right eye knows the wrong

and keeps mute

'cause silence is valuable

in heaven trampled with hell

letting go of my stance

I absorb, and breath, and breath in again

until I saturate

in cosmos laden with dirt

I miss the laundry

the filth hunts me down

yes, that's my penalty

This Poem is shared with Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #44.