Sunday, November 23, 2014

Pet

I wish I could go up to you and shake your hand and lick your face. Look at you with my big eyes. Scratch you until you run your fingers through my hair. Fall on my back and have you rub my stomach. Roll around and groan. Get your attention. Bring you a toy. Sleep at your face. Show you what I killed.

I'll worship you. I'll cherish you. I'll depend on you for everything, but I can give you something you won't get anywhere else. I will always be there for you. You can bury me when you're done.

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