Betrayal is An Unmarked Grave

the first time

you trust

a pack of
hungry dogs
to watch
your newborn,

they will
relish in
ripping

and devouring
its tender flesh;

knawing bits
of stubborn
cartilage

til there is
nothing left
to feast on.

they hiss
and growl
at you

for not
having more.

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I am bird, these are my words.

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