A poem about a person who hates their spirit animal.
As I watch you bleed from your life threatening wounds,
I've only one thing to say,
I hate you,
I know this is true,
Your pathetic brown eyes stare up at me pitifully,
Your stupid floppy ears are broken,
And your fur is matted with dirt and blood,
You killed the only one I loved,
And all for a dare,
Making me watch as you strangled him,
He was nothing but nice,
But your appetite seemed to come before anything else,
I will not lie,
I hated you the first time I laid eyes on you,
I wished you would just die,
And now my wish will come true.
My brain just went on a tangent... sorry. I'll do that Faya poem tomorrow. This poem was the result of me thinking that not every person wants their spirit animal. (I in no way support animal abuse, please don't shout at me, animal abuse is disgusting.)