The wolf looked at the bloodied rabbit with a mean grin,
"Did it feel good to not be the prey for once?"
He snarled.
The timid rabbit shook it's head, horrified with what it has just done.
"No it did not, it felt.. wrong. I am supposed to be the prey, not the predator. The hunted, not the hunter. The empath, not the apath. I cannot change myself even if it means I will not survive on my own."
The rabbit turned away, leaving the wolf disappointed.
- V.
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Angsty Teen Poetry.
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