Dry

Dry
Dying
When there is nothing else
for the body to eject
Because there is nothing left
that it wants
to ingest
Desire drifts
but old habits die
difficult
There is always that last look
back
at the water dish
A standing over it
remembering when it was
once palatable
Wishing
Still there is reluctance
to lie down
and accept fate
Sometimes the memory of drive
is worse than
its demise
It is clear that this creature
wants to fight
Dying
Dry

-a.r.

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Photograph: dry as a bone, by sivel12001
Found on deviantart.com

~ by April on February 14, 2016.

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