Morgan Wells

Dog

A sorry excuse for a dog
No loyalty
No malice
Nothing
We ruin them
Make them sexless
We kick them and hope they don't hate us forever
They should, but they always come back
I always come back
Always
A drink or two and I'll be fine
That's just what I need to take my mind off of things
A kick in the throat
A burn in the stomach
Like swallowing a searing hot razorblade
But we do it
Day in and day out
We always come back