Wounded and festering, in a corner.
Hiding pain from all, licking wounds.
Pushed back into dark so that none can see.
Snapping teeth at any that passes by.
The infection continues as the body wastes.
A man walks up and kneels nearby;
with a hand out reached, received by teeth.
Undeterred he speaks to try and calm;
with a hand out reached, received by teeth.
Pleading is the man, his help the only healing;
with a hand out reached, received by teeth.
Still the man beseeches, calling by name;
with a hand out reached...?
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