Fractured rabbit's foot
NOTE: This is old, and simply kept up for archival purposes.
Soft fur is basks in it's mother palm; recalled of it's fallen face.
It was not torn by a soft hand, pulled from teeth rooted deep within want.
Pathetic human-like brain reaches to take it's most valuable asset back, "It's gross."
Blaring alarm that digs into the deepest crevices, "You're going to get sick."
Silly stubborn you.
Blackened blood where alluring larvae will gorge.
One day it will become one with the dirt.
The imperfections amidst rabbit's hair only hides until the inevitable in mother sun.
Fleeced foot features dried blood and dirt, matted fur and animal's former dessert.
Eventually, the mind's grasp is felt.
This paw you hold is disgusting, repulsing, it penetrates your health.
From the mouth rolls out beliefs your brain and the pathetic people taught you.
"I can't touch this, I am going to get sick."
Bruised bunny's foot bunt onto decaying dirt.
Fractured rabbit's foot; useless, and provides no luck.