The splash noise as it hits
The puddle made by its own
Plopping, jumping
Wrinkling its velvet cover
I was once smooth
And then they came
Ripping, tearing
Heart in jagged pieces
Not comprehending
Not knowing
That loving their blankets
Would leave mine in shreds
Powerful!
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