Kitty can't you see me?
Kitty can't you smell me?
My blood flowing to a pulsing beat from my tail.
Kitty Crimson?
Do you like my crimson blood?
I can see the tire marks on my split scales.
While those robbers think they only robbed a bank, they may have robbed my life.
Or whatever is now left of it.
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