A poem I wrote today (dog-hearted)

Dog-hearted 

Cowardly, cruel, inhuman 

I've always been warned about dogs, unpredictable 

My father hates them, all of them

No sympathy for the being that can’t think for itself

Rabid and bleeding

Foaming at the mouth

Like a lost helpless animal, my teeth bare at the people who want to help

Love will find you like a bullet, through the skull

Cut out ribcage

Bruised like a mutt, inhuman, incapable 

damaged 

It's the animal impulse

Demonic, rabid, afraid