A lonely cat | Mαρσια Ισραηλίδη

Smell...it smells like rotten cat food

And then the cat

The three-legged cat

Crippled like her life- and therefore perfect-

Still standing on the roof tiles

Smell... the smell of death

Sometimes essential

Since the cat was silent

Four days long

Who knows,

Maybe it offered its fifth life to her

And she refused,

Or maybe she got tired of filling up the cat food

Who cares,

At least the smell will now be gone

No cats, no smell, no sound

No loneliness around

No more pretending you didn’t see her over the balcony

All smells evaporate

But there’s a wicked stink

inside me

Henri Matisse with his cat