Insanity Afterward, for Tabby

Razors, Tabby. Tearing across me sweaty back.
Leering guns looming out the black.
Harrowing shadows smother me mouth,
Why don’t people speak? Why do they have to growl?
Restrictions.
Afflictions.
Me shameful army eviction.
Darling Tabby, your rosy cheeks.
Your glowing smile, now blind and bleak.
Why must you shriek? It replaces your face
With a perniciously empty space.
The deafening detonation.

Again.