Don't Choke The Bunny

Chris Thomas

His hands burned, clenched in a fist
His eyes red and clouded in mist
He can’t say it, he won’t say it
Her legs trembled giving up control
Her mind aching filling up with thoughts
She can’t do it, she won’t do it
They can be heard every everywhere
The clack of the glass tubes knocking
In each step they take
It only takes a word to get the top flying
They have mess you can’t sweep under the carpet
The mistake they won’t undo
They choked the bunny
It was kind of funny
But only one bottle emptied