Open Wounds and FreedomThe urge, the need to survive, my inborn instruction manual tells me to move. My brain tells my body to move, to crawl, I'm searching for something I cannot see, something I cannot hear. I can only smell it.Open Wounds and Freedom3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I found it, yes, the warmth. The food, yes, my body is already growing, soon I will be the most loyal dog you'll ever know. My mother teaches me her rules; my siblings tell me my place. I tell them to shut up.
All I need is my mother, her warmth; her food is all I care about. I am free.
Two weeks old now, my sight has opened up my mind to much more things than ever. I can see my mother, my siblings, and my home. I don't care how my mother looks with all her scars and strange looking ears, I don't care that her belly sags because she had multiple litters. I don't care that my home is dark and concrete. I still have my mother, her warmth; her food is all I need.
As the days pass, my siblings are just stepping stones. I show them whose boss. I found out I could use my teeth to dominat