Written by Emily Harstone | March 22, 2018
I am sorry I drowned her.
Last survivor of the seal attack
I may be slow but sure.
Now walk seventeen paces past pond.
He’d live out his life, alone.
“KILL IT!”
“What? Why?”
“IT’S HIM!”
You messed with the wrong swan.
Feet are cold, butt is too.
Nothing worse than a frozen hell.
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I am sorry I drowned her.
Last survivor of the seal attack
I may be slow but sure.
Now walk seventeen paces past pond.
He’d live out his life, alone.
“KILL IT!”
“What? Why?”
“IT’S HIM!”
You messed with the wrong swan.
Feet are cold, butt is too.
Nothing worse than a frozen hell.