Destiny of My Skin
By Alexi Howk - [email protected] 

I see you,
You donít see me.
I hear you,
You donít hear me.
I cry,
You donít cry for me.
My world is lonely, filled with fear and imprisonment.
I pace frantically in my cage,
back and forth,
back and forth.
I hate my skin, that breeding fur ground.
Iíd rather be naked and free.
My captor comes and takes me away,
To the dark den that awaits my worth.
Plyers and electrical wires attached to my anal,
A push of the button sparks the electricity,
I am motionless,
I am speechless,
I am free.
I donít see you,
You see me.
I donít hear you,
You hear me.
I donít cry.
You donít cry for me.
In your eyes, Iím worthy on your back.
I love my skin, that deathbed that ends my misery.

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