Buried deep
a thousand feet,
heaps of ashes and dust,
amassed with plenty of
weeds and grass tufts,
right there is my animal,
leashed, harrased and harnessed.

It urged me to set it free.
Scared, I mutilated its genitals.
Reckless it was then
and it shrieked with pain.
Injured and hurt,
it cried for help.
I slashed its tongue.

It is mum now,
but my neurons are anxiety filled,
because once auto healed,
Its urge to unfetter will start breathing again.