Stray

Someone tell me I’m dreaming.
Tell me this isn’t real.
Tell me I’m not the stray kitten
That was hit in the street
And writhed for hours
On baking hot pavement
Littered with trash and piss
Before someone finally
Came along
And crushed its head
With a Goodyear tire.
Tell me this isn’t real.

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