Animal Suicide

I tell you

I'll love you no matter what.


I don't care what they think, 

fuck their approval. 


And yet I find myself, 

crawling back.

Plagued with naive hope,

self-loathing weakness. 


A bird plucking its own feathers

one by one. 

Until all that's left

is an ugly mangled mass, 

defeated by its own destruction. 

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Ella Visconti

Fri 10th Jun 2022 15:27

Thank you so much it really means a lot.

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Fri 10th Jun 2022 10:45

A very good poem Ella

all we can say is thank God for all those fantastic people who are totally committed in looking after these vulnerable beauties


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