In the South Village,
on a domestic beef,
staring into the the eyes
of the aggressor
as she speaks,
I feel a series
of short, sharp pricks
racing up my right leg,
starting at my calf
and ending at my knee.
I glance down
to spot her pet ferret
trying to make
friends with me.
on a domestic beef,
staring into the the eyes
of the aggressor
as she speaks,
I feel a series
of short, sharp pricks
racing up my right leg,
starting at my calf
and ending at my knee.
I glance down
to spot her pet ferret
trying to make
friends with me.
Stolen from Raindogblue, title and all.
1 comment:
Thanks for the repost.
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