It is scrawny and starving
Kicking at its gate, gnashing it’s jaws at my hands and throat
Bleeding through the chains and hay
Collapsing only to wail through the roof and into the sky
I sit at the barn door and sob
But I love you,
So I don’t feed it and I watch it die.
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 8:28 PM UTC
It is scrawny and starving
Kicking at its gate, gnashing it’s jaws at my hands and throat
Bleeding through the chains and hay
Collapsing only to wail through the roof and into the sky
I sit at the barn door and sob
But I love you,
So I don’t feed it and I watch it die.
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