Splitter in my eye
Rubbing it only makes it worst
Nothing will work.
Simply worn out.
Elevated anger. Breathe. Blink.
The pet that thinks that it’ll get a treat.
Yet merely tricked and sent to the pound.
Send the animals to the slaughter.
A clean slash – the blade to the throat
Sending a splatter of candy apple red across the bright white wall.
Limp and disfigured.
Laying on the floor.
*originally published: April 3, 2008.