Animals

Forget not the flesh and blood of your animal.

And forget not the clawing of him under your skin tent.

Forget not his soot-covered lungs,

Nor his desperate soul.

A friend he was once,

Now become a stranger unknown.

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Forget not his empty home,

and his empty friends,

and dishes piled and missed rents.

Forget not his rusted tongue,

Nor his barren truths.

Forget not his wasted lies,

Of talents and rues.

Maybe he listens when you yell,

Or tell others how this animal is unwell.
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But under your heavy blanket,

He festers and rots.

But forget him not,

Who claws and lives in your bitter shell.

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Tell him to go,

Maybe one day he’ll grow old.

Maybe his dreams will be covered in mould.

Maybe his family will find him dead and cold.

Maybe he was the shape of your soul.

Maybe you were the body that he holds.

Maybe that’s all we were,

Just animals and nothing more,

Just with dreams covered in mould

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