Josephine

Forget Me Not by Hiromi Nakajima

Look at her pale green eyes as she opens them wide as possible, absolutely beautiful yet it’s stiff and terrified, that are willing to reflect the indestructible fear behind the show. She was a rescued cat, so who can blame her? Insecurities and confusion, also probably a bit of comfort neatly improvise to mix them up it’s so jazz when she procrastinates to blink upon it.

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That’s what the green eyes are telling in taciturnity once she comes out of her safe cave. She’d be a cutthroat and the eyeballs become so big that they can’t get any bigger anymore otherwise they will explode. The feline fortitude is unapologetically wild, or did she just lose her memory, as she’s acting pretty mental. “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember.” A good witch in my favorite film says was true, I thought, until these furious gems are giving the visceral repudiation against the way she was.

“You’re acting weird, O-jo. You know that?”

“You’re wrong. I was in a nice place, I had a home. I was happy. Then all of a sudden, they

took me here which is totally non-consensual. This is abduction.”

“Here’s your home.”

“Leave me alone.”

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The hostility magically disappears in these crystal spheres and she squints while munching. She bites my fingers as if they were worms but in a lovely house cat way. That’s the way someone who has a split personality would do or her happy memory is just unable to be buried forever. Forever; it sounds passive-assaultive when it’s pronounced. What was about the good witch was saying? Is it still “forever” when it slightly transforms into something else?