Burrow

Don’t applaud me for doing work that goes against my nature. I’ve been forced into a hole so don’t congratulate me for making my home down here. For warming myself and making it beautiful. I don’t do it because I want to, I do it because I was left with no choice. Yes, come in. See how much I’ve changed – how altered the colour of my desire is. How I’ve had to contort my body into a shape that fits this small, plain burrow. I don’t remember at all my flayed arms and wild movements when I used to run free in my own nature. This is for the best.
Country Diary Archive : Young rabbit ready to escape in a tunnel

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