Give the Skunks a Voice

 



We were at that party
and you could never hear
my pleas
for solitude
and sanctuary
 
2 years later
and all I hear
are your words
 
and all I can think
is how cruel it is
for skunks to be hated
even in death
 
even spread across
an interstate
exposed in their state
of agony
and finality
 
because they cause humans
discomfort
 
I am sorry
I've made you uneasy
with my clinging words
and missed phone calls
 
but I am the only one
in pain
 
and sometimes
I think
it is your turn
to listen
 

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