curdogge.

i am a dog that lays down for electric shocks

because the pain is one degree of separation from the hand that feeds.

why do you love someone? because they earned it.

because i earned it. because you need to earn it.

i don’t bite at that hand that feeds me, but i tear the flesh from bone

in the safety of my mind. i don’t snap my jaws at it,

only bark and bark and bark

and wind myself closer until my teeth

graze skin. someday i will push too far. someday it will be real.

you know, i’ve always wondered: how do you unearn it? when does the scale tip? any

loving owner

would put down a rabid mutt.