the dog, the dog, he’s at it again

the last of them died about a month ago while you puffed your chest for gentler men / / you let out a little gasp into your hand haloing your body frozen in time you break open the chest holding the momento under your tongue and you see what it has ravaged you gaze upon the moon and, god forbid, she looks right back at you devouring everything with that crescent-shaped smile mother warned you about