Rabbit

The final leg of it all. A once great being slides under the mud, not quite ready to die. That which it hosts know the finality, burying the thought while they keep to their cycles. The great being acted without mind, consuming and swelling far beyond itself, all that it touched will rot with it. All the hate and ignorance in the world now slides into the ocean.

The rabbit was born an object, unfit for purpose, falling into more caring hands. Living on the waves in which all bad thoughts bled into. It never found purpose, doomed to be used, and in turn using those which ventured too close. The rabbit left its home, and never learned how to love. A pair of angels to ignore, red and white, blue and gold. For a moment they threaten to pierce the heart, decades of self loathing tug at its sleeves while it wanders the dry rotten land, forgetting even to talk.

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