Scurrying, nibbling, hiding. That's the Rat in the Walls. Knocking about at night, avoiding the light, coveting the cheese.
You only see the leavings: the dry little kernels that trace Rat's passage through your cupboards; the holes gnawed behind your stove. The fruits of your labor, tooth-marked, scattered.
The Rat lurks in your back brain.
About Me
- Carolyn Hill
- When I first started on Blogger, my handle was "Ratty", maintaining anonymity so that in my "Rat in the Walls" blog I could write about my brother's fatal illness without giving away his identity. Under that pseudonym, I could voice things I couldn't elsewhere. Rats thrive in the dark. ::: Now, five years after his death in 2008, I'm coming out of the walls and reclaiming my humanity.
6 comments:
Is this you playing with us BH? Bored with the other one?
jmb
Nope, this isn't brainhell. This really is ratty.
Well I don't mind you in the walls too much( if I leave out some cheese will you not gnaw on my stuff?), but keep out of my brain, thank you very much.
jmb
Cheese is an acceptable bribe. I will leave your stuff, and your cute dog, ungnawed.
But if you read my words, I am in your brain . . .
You go, Ratty! You need a place to be Ratty and Ratty only. Canadians love cheese and especially the sharp and pungent kind, and so am sending you a slice! (> ... Phew it stinks ... but cheese lovers can savour it nonetheless. All the best to you. Get posting!
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