Shelter Dog
I’ve made a home in the
Pink bedrooms left abandoned
Chewing on the hands of
Barbie dolls,
Sharpening my fangs.
My forehead is desperate for validation
Eyes closed and tongue lapping your words.
I tear up whatever I can get my paws on
And wonder why your thoughts of me have turned sour.
I begin to bark back whenever I see you,
I become used to running from the spray bottle-
Teeth bared.
I don’t know why biting has
come so casual to me in recent years
I must just be
A bad dog