Good Boy

Howl. Go on!

Howl all you want.

The moon knows your scent and thinks your barking is lunacy.

Did you say something?

I'm sorry. I don't understand you.

No, I'm not mad. Don't think I'm mad.

Yes, of course I've tied you up and penned you.

But it's for your own good.

Kick. Bite. Run in circles.

Like I said, howl!

No one else is coming. No one can hear you.

You can make all the noise you want.

I saved you.

I did that for you.

But you're right. I think maybe you saved me too.

A little thanks, is that too much to ask?

And yet, look how you whimper in the corner!

Why shy away from me?

You should be thanking me, for bringing you here.

For keeping you. All to myself.

All these playthings --blank eyes, dull faces, silent mouths-- they're yours.

I brought them here, for you.

Do with them what you will.

Tear into them.

Drag them from place to place.

Drool all over them. Sink in those canines.

I won't judge.

Follow your impulses.

I see it in your eyes: you're like a dog with a bone.

All I ask, at the end of the day, is that you save some of that energy for me.

I want you to choose me.

Is it too much, to want you to want to sit on my lap?

Come on. Now, don't give me that look, mister.

You're cute. But you know that, don't you?

I bet you do.

I will place myself in harm's way for you. But I won't let you out my my grasp.

I will keep it locked. The door.

You know that, of course.

I always keep it locked. Can't be too careful.

You might try to run away.

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Copyright © 03/04/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.

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Hope you enjoyed my second entry in 𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐧's 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 (𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞), March Madness.

I have been so inspired by this prompt, I simply had to write a second piece!

Want to read my first entry, check it out here: The Butcher's Daughter.