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Mother
Will I be just like the unkempt bitch
I've seen outside when I was little?
Her eyes cloudy and her coat stained,
rising exhausted and shaking off her young.
Throwing herself some distance away from them,
they bumble blindly after her,
rushing to the milk.
They find and sink their claws into her
she bares her teeth and growls,
so they leave her alone.
.
But the sweetness of milk in their mouths,
even as she turns a cold shoulder,
drives them to persevere.
Eventually she tires of them,
and they are by themselves, truly.
Isolation kills.
.
In another universe,
their whines would've softened her heart.
As if witchcrafted, she would've picked one of her young,
and wearily licked its eyes and ears
allowing them her body,
so they allow her theirs.
Allowing them, again, to return to themselves.
They have no other place to call home.
u/n0t1n9 — 12 days ago
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Mother
Will I be just like the unkempt bitch
I've seen outside when I was little?
Her eyes cloudy and her coat stained,
rising exhausted and shaking off her young.
Throwing herself some distance away from them,
they bumble blindly after her,
rushing to the milk.
They find and sink their claws into her
she bares her teeth and growls,
so they leave her alone.
.
But the sweetness of milk in their mouths,
even as she turns a cold shoulder,
drives them to persevere.
Eventually she tires of them,
and they are by themselves, truly.
Isolation kills.
.
In another universe,
their whines would've softened her heart.
As if witchcrafted, she would've picked one of her young,
and wearily licked its eyes and ears
allowing them her body,
so they allow her theirs.
Allowing them, again, to return to themselves.
They have no other place to call home.
u/n0t1n9 — 12 days ago