Animal by Stephanie Wilda

the poor thing...it howls
audible pain
it thrashes around
trying to regain its feet


but it is broken
but a shadow of what it once was
unrecognizable
painting all around it red with
its own impending doom
I don't know how it still lives
Tears burn my eyes as I realize
I will have to end it's misery
because it howls too loud
and tries too hard
and hurts too much
as it dies in my chest
with every thought of you


Goodbye