My titles aren't working...
This is supposed to be called Puppy Love.
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Sleeping
Sleeping
Sleeping
Sl-
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Wait.
Wake up.
Sniff the air.
He's late.
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Missed it?
No...
Late.
He's late.
Bad.
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No
Wait.
Sniff the air.
Smell him.
He's here.
Joy!
Where, oh where is he?
Must find!
Must love!
Must kiss!
Must make sure he's safe!
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Running
Barking.
Joy!
Oh joy!
Where is he?
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Wait.
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Sniff the air.
New scent.
Bad scent.
Growling.
Follow it.
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Trotting.
Softly, don't scare it.
What is that?
Bad.
Very bad.
Upstairs.
Quick, hurry.
In this room.
Hurry.
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Him!
He's here!
Joy!
No, wait.
Sniff the air.
Oh!
Bad!
Growling.
Get away from him!
Whatever it is!
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Nobody here.
Nobody but him.
Bad smell.
All around.
Bad.
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Trot over.
What's wrong?
Why's he on the floor?
Sleeping?
Resting?
Bad smell around him.
Growling, hackles raised.
Nudge with noise.
Come on, get up.
Bad place.
Must leave.
Come on.
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Look.
What's that on the ground.
Sniff it.
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Blood!
Blood!
Blood all around him.
Barking.
Must get help.
Nudge him.
Get up!
No.
He's hurt!
Who did this!
Must kill them!
Must destroy!
Who dared touch him!
Will kill them all!
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Nobody's coming.
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Nudge again.
Please get up.
You must get up!
Must move him.
Can't move him.
Too small.
Nudge again.
Please...
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Knife wound on his side.
Quick, lick it up.
Too late.
So much blood.
Too much blood.
Smell is suffocating.
Blade in his hand.
Why?
Why?
Why?
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Slipping away.
Barks turn to wimpers.
Lick his face.
No response.
Almost gone.
Please get up.
Please.
Please.
Please.
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Gone.
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Gone.
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Lick his face.
No warmth.
Pain is coming.
Grief overcoming.
Flop down beside him.
Never leaving him again.
Howling.
Howling.
Howling.
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No response.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
