Puppy Farm Mum

[yena]

Puppy Farm Mum

 

 

The smell of death is all around

 

It enters my nostrils and invades my mind

 

Death would be a kindness if it would let me go

 

Sadly my babies won’t think so

 

 

My body aches and smells of decay

 

My organs already close to death

 

I feel my babies move, it’s almost time

 

No clean floor for them to arrive

 

 

I push and push it pains my mind

 

My babies are here they lay on the ground

 

I try to wash them the best I can

 

My bodies dieing my mind is gone

 

 

I must stay alive for my children sake

 

They need their Mum to keep them safe

 

Weeks I wait for sweet death to come

 

I’m waiting until my children have gone

 

 

My head will not lift

 

My limbs are weak

 

Death sounds so sweet

 

When will it come?

 

 

I feel alive, my pains are gone

 

What’s this I see?

 

A filthy, skeleton me

 

Is that my body, which I have left?

 

How I’m pleased I’m with death