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And so there was Rabbit as I lay in despair
Twisted in the sheets, bloody and torn
Squirming beneath something horrible and tenebrous
Damp with sweat, I sighed
My own breath echoed back at me like
Dissipated revenants, frailly and vaguely
Brushed by life
I inhaled billows of thick venom
And I coughed up something black

And so there was Rabbit as I writhed beneath the sheets
He watched me vigilantly with beady, umber eyes
His fur, rich and creamy like milk and honey
And a shell-pink nose like my flustered cheeks
Seemingly helpless and still, Rabbit continued to stare
Teasing me, taunting me and I understood
Left abandoned years ago on a shelf matted with dust
Left to collect filthy lint balls upon his coat

He cried

I cried

And so there was Rabbit, smiling now
Black lips sewn into a permanent
Solemn little grin
In vain, embroidered meticulously

Inappropriately stuffed

What a pleasant thing to offer
What a generous Rabbit
What a kind gesture
What a sweet thought

And so there was Bunny, a scary semblance

Between him and me