United States
32° 49' 30.2844" N, 117° 5' 28.2336" W

You look around
As eyes just like yours

do the same
All wondering

the same thing
Nothing matters

Your problems

seem minuscule
As you're whisked away

in a ball
A very, very frightened

You don't know

what's going on
All you know

are the shrieks
And the pain

you can almost taste
Until you realize

that's your own
As you

feel the blood
Running down your

throat and face
Your neck

Your skin peeled

like the skin of an orange
The peel

of a banana...

...I bet you never knew you'd make such a beautiful scarf

(Written about the skinning of animals for their fur)


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