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- Animal cruelty/death
- Disregard for personal autonomy
You think you have trapped me,
blue collar tying my neck
to a young tree. The weeds grow,
and I eat them, not the scraps
you leave behind. The tree grows,
and I nibble its bark that chafes
against the collar, against my neck.
I drink the rain dripping
off the leaves above me
while your river turns rancid
without my touch. The tree’s trunk
will thicken. The collar will fray,
and I will consume its threads.
Then I will find you, lost
in your grave, hidden
by weeds, by roots of trees.
I will dig up your body
and devour your bones.