I sit upstairs, listening as you
Throw them in the wire cages
Leaving through the back door
Without giving them new food
And a fresh bowl of water
I watch through the window
As your dented red truck drives
Away from the house
Probably heading towards the lab
To torture the rest of them
With some type of testing
As soon as the truck
Turns the corner
I’m down the stairs in a flash
I flick on the lights and brace
Myself for what I’m about to
Catch sight of
The poor animals are in the
Corners of their cages
Stacked on top of eachother
In columns and set up
In rows
A dark liquid covers the cement
Of the basement while
Their fur is strewn everywhere
The lights flicker and
The animals bark and whine
I stand in the middle of all of
This wondering how any of this
Is possible
How the man I looked up to could
Do such horrible things to
These innocent animals
And as I creep back up the stairs,
Taking with me the smell of the
Animals’ waste and their cries for
Help,
I know that everything you
Have done
Will scar me forever.
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