Oh look, I accidentally wrote a poem

To all you assholes

I will never forgive you
for making me fragile.
Before my joints cracked under the weight
of my own body, they cracked under yours.

You may never know what it feels like
to have a hart’s body; to be pursued
not even for meat, but sport. So,
out of consideration, a blessing:

May you wake up
with your gentle dog’s teeth
poised at your neck, lips curled back and a
low sound coming from its throat.

If you’re lucky, you’ll make it
to the bathroom before
there’s too much bleeding.

Don’t forget to lock the door.