bay

“sounds like he doesn’t trust you”
my haunches coil, loaded with
fury, my lips curl back
to expose the gums, raw and
trembling
I could kill you
for reminding me
that this leash, although long,
is still a leash

“sounds like he doesn’t trust you”
my voice rumbles forth with the
force of sunlight to the retina
bristles turn straight on the
back of my neck,
ears flat to my head
I could kill you
if only I could reach you
if I could touch you
taste you…

“sounds like he doesn’t trust you”
my claws splay and scrape the ice,
saliva leaks from my starved mouth
remembering you and
resenting you as I
remind you that
I could kill you
you wisely stand back
though my leash holds fast
locked into place

I consider my strength
I consider both hunger and heat
I consider the difference between
consummation and consumption
between fucking you
and fucking you up

“sounds like he doesn’t trust you”
well, no
of course he doesn’t
trust me

I would kill you
if he did

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