Signs Of Decay

Signs of decay
escape as I say
what I really feel.

I'm not as chipper
as my first day.
Like an abused dog,
once a cute puppy,
I grunt at signs of affection
and snarl vicious,
painful remarks
when it doesn't seem to fit.

She just wanted to give praise
and I bit her face off.

I used to be a sweet boy,
I swear.

by Mike Dolch

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