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For my existence had one purpose only —
to be your coat.
For my existence had one purpose only —
to be your coat.
I wish I had no fur,
I wasn’t liked,
I wasn’t precious.
I wish I had no fur,
I wasn’t liked,
I wasn’t precious.
and made it theirs — to be warm and beautiful.
They weren’t beautiful to me.
They weren’t warm either.
and made it theirs — to be warm and beautiful.
They weren’t beautiful to me.
They weren’t warm either.
they gave me an electric impulse through my genitals.
I lost consciousness.
But my fur stayed perfect.
Then they skinned me
and took my fur while I was still breathing.
They threw me in the pile with others like me.
It took a while, but finally — I died.
they gave me an electric impulse through my genitals.
I lost consciousness.
But my fur stayed perfect.
Then they skinned me
and took my fur while I was still breathing.
They threw me in the pile with others like me.
It took a while, but finally — I died.
Though they never moved, my gums bled.
I kept going, as I had nothing else.
I was alive for a single purpose.
Though they never moved, my gums bled.
I kept going, as I had nothing else.
I was alive for a single purpose.