i’m sorry i did it again
i know how it disappoints you
waking up to find a dead mouse or rat
on the foot of your bed
but i can’t fight what’s natural to me
my intentions were pure,
always.
remove my claws,
defang me.
maybe then i could be what you want.
can’t you see how this concrete city chokes me?
this wasn’t where i was meant to be
the inside of a delicate dollhouse
you know what i need, don’t you?
the wind down my back,
escaping down the gravel path behind your home
the one that leads into the unknown
but you leash me like a animal,
i suppose i am.
undo me, master
fashion me upon an ideal,
a deformed stuffed animal,
a stillness within a conscious body