Today the cat’s fur smells like the burning aroma of sandalwood
Just yesterday it held a fragrance of wet moss
There are even days where it carries the faintest of dragon’s blood
My beloved cat, what realms do you cross?
Priscilla Carrillo is a San Franciscan native. As a child, her aunt would read Edgar Allan Poe stories before bed. It was then where Priscilla began to admire literary works. She’s been writing for many years and has now built the courage to bring her literary art forward.
