Poor Little Bunny
By Stephanie T
With your tampered, cream coloured skin
It disgusts me
The cuts along your arm and stomach, sewn up with thread
It disgusts me
Standing
Watching in silence
Innocent, black, beady eyes-powers of manipulation
I turn green at the thought
Opportunities come and go
Excuses of laziness
Something holds me back, all the heartwarming memories flood in
World War III begins, love and hate on opposite sides
Still ongoing
Poor little bunny, getting older by the second
The war will end soon
You will be free-neglected no more