The animal.
It wouldn't stop coming.
It was always hungry.
But it hurt me.
And the ones I cared about.
I never put up much of a fight.
I just continued to feed it.
Hoping one day, it would leave me be.
And I could be happy.
I've been chasing it away for months now.
I lock the doors.
Close the windows.
No more raccoon.
No more sliced bread.
No more desperation.
Leave me be.
