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ramblerwriter · 11 months ago
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I'm a repulsive little creature My hair is caked in mud, I smell like the piss I rolled in
I have sheets of mats and knots In my ears, on my chest, I feel the bites of fleas on my skin
I growl at the hands that reach for me Why pick me up? Do you not know where I've been?
I writhe and snap at hands that lift me up They smell like nothing I am afraid, so I hate them.
They hold me down as I scream and fuss my hair comes off in chunks I am naked when stripped of my burder
I am cold, and confused There is nowhere left for the ticks to hide The hands pick me up again
They trap me in a white bowl They drench me, and then scrub me I see my filth run down the drain
I get scooped up in terrycloth, and I squirm. Haven't I been through enough? Are we not done?
They do not relent until I am dry I have no idea what to do with myself I am set down again.
I have no more mud, no mats, Without itching, without binds I look up at the outstretched hand
That is why something clean would touch me While I smell and squirm and bite So they could make me clean.
They know I'll always be growing more hair, I'll fall in the mud later, Or I'll roll in cat pee on my own.
These hands are not fools But they love me, so when I do, I'll be washed again.
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