Hey! EmceeSquare here!
I know it's been quite a while since my last chapter. I've been busy with a lot of things, but hopefully I can get them all sorted out.
Anyway, I decided to go beyond CATS fanfiction and try something new: poetry. This is the end result. I hope you guys enjoy it. A bit of warning: these author's notes are going to be few and far between this time, as to keep up the suspense. Let me know what you think of this newest fic.
Without further ado, I give you my latest creation.
My wife left me.
The kids went with her.
She said I was crazy.
Psychotic.
A monster.
I am but a man.
An artist.
I take pride in my craft.
She doesn't see my intentions.
She scolds me.
No one does.
But they will.
They all will.
All it takes is the stroke of a brush.
A cold, sharp, metal brush.