Dogs don't feel guilt, they just feel fear. When they sit there, sclera shimmering, hunching to hide from shouted scoldings, floppy ears fused to their skulls, they're not sorry. They're scared. Of course they're scared. They don't know what they did is wrong until the screaming starts. It's not their fault their teeth are tearing through their inflamed gums, and the couch is the closest thing they can chew.
She's not a dog, but she plays dog. Sclera shimmering, hunching to hide, knowing what she did was wrong. She'll say she's sorry, but she'll snap me up in her jaws and spit me out again. And again. And again, and again and again.
She doesn't feel guilt. She's just afraid I'll leave her like everyone else.
Never wonders why everyone leaves.
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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An intense reflection on fear, guilt, and abandonment. 😔🐾