Literature
animal factor
I would never tell another human this, but it’s okay to say to you because you are rather animal, aren’t you? Just like me. I am without love, without the tender feelings a mother has for the babe on the teat. I am a smart, smart bitch, who saw one of her litter was a different color than the others and pushed it out of the den. I am heartless, all instinct and stupid, this way. Can you not see the paws, very long, or the crook in my tail- bone, where it was shattered into dust by my very violent father? My liver still rots, stinking up my throat, from all the Tylenol. All drugs, no hugs. All hate, absolutely no love.