TIFF.

And there’s something wicked on the breeze

A letter from down below screaming, “Save us, please!”

This is where I am and where I shall truly stay

This is a to-die-for getaway

A hellish hello from my new forever home

Where souls compete for grace in the flaming thunderdome

Where we take a breath, but it’s not oxygen we breathe

It’s fear and desperation and, on your love, we ravenously teethe

Greetings from beyond the grave, but not from above, no, no, NO...

Hi, my other mother, it’s just ME from down below

Matted fur and blood-caked claws, am I STILL just as pretty...?

I came back for you just like you told me to

Love, your beautiful blue-eyed kitty

(If mother’s cat said hi from Pet Sematary)