Thursday, 17 May 2012

killing a dog

i killed a puppy dog
i took its life
i stopped it breathing
i was more powerful than it
i hate this

it was helpless
it was sick
it had a gaping hole in its back
it was another ferals food
its insides were out
it asked for help from its pain
it was dying

but we're all dying
i cant validate my decision
but it makes me feel sick
the first i've willingly killed
with my own hands
nature is brutal

i had a panic attack
i vomited
i thought i'd been poisoned
i couldn't sleep
its heartbeat haunted
waiting for a rise of chest
i sit shocked with my actions
but content knowing this pup is now out of pain

island of ko chang, south west thailand

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