There’s a small voice screaming.
Begging.
Crying.
It sits on the floor,
Legs pressed to its chest
Screams.
Blood starts to run down its arms,
Never did I notice.
How could I miss such detail.
It’s dying.
Begging for its life.
Hoping for another chance.
But it never would.
The deed is done.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
There’s a small voice screaming.
Begging.
Crying.
It sits on the floor,
Legs pressed to its chest
Screams.
Blood starts to run down its arms,
Never did I notice.
How could I miss such detail.
It’s dying.
Begging for its life.
Hoping for another chance.
But it never would.
The deed is done.