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Hound in a Button-Down
There come those moments when men cease to be men
And turn into dogs.
Dogs that bite and dogs that whine;
Dogs that lay
Panting
On top of you
And infect you with their spilling saliva
Dulled eyes full of starving thoughts of violence.
They’re all so charming until you see the rabies in their mouths
And their lips,
Docked by their hunger
Grinning like you can’t see the intentions in their bared gums
Or the savagery in their rolling tongue.
“You know what they say about dogs,” your mother’s voice echoes
“They’ll tell you that they love you,
But they’ll eat you when you’re dead.”
Copyright ©
Scorpio Fleming
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