The Murderer’s Dog

you were happy to see him
greeted him with joy

he put you in a back room
put his finger to his lips

shhhhhh be a good boy
later a sound rang out

made your ears pull back
your teeth taste like metal

you never saw him or
your soft woman again

the son snarled
some watch dog you are

editors note:

Confused in the dog house for (not) doin’ your job. – mh clay

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