Puppy Love
A very very dear friend of mine wrote this, he had to use illusions for several books, as it was an English assignment. I think it turned out quite nicely, and in some ways, very sadly... Ill leave it to you people to decide.
Just give it a look over, and tell me what you think
Puppy Love
By: anonymous
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I creep from my safe haven made from cold dark strands of metal
Your voice is such a sweet sound that brings joy to my boney spine when you call to me
Restless, I scurry to your side
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You stroke the strands from my head and scratch my ears oh so caringly
My nose is met by your lavish scent of food and a strong numbing scent from the elixir
Laughing you wave your hands and give me your scraps as your mate growls
I attempt to please the both of you with my usual performance
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Rolling, speaking, dancing, and embracing your powerful loving hands
My knees become weak as you continue to embrace me
Your voice becomes loud as you sing your sweet song to pull me into the ocean
A siren, a sweet siren that I cannot part from
I am soaked.
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Words engulf me of our pack leader
The one that commands my owners
He who keeps me on this solid rock to set me for life
Author of these hymns that show no remorse
The cause of this unending nectar I swallow
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Leaving our den, I surround myself with other of my kind
We speak of toys, owners and games to play
They seem uncomfortable around me
Is it my fur they are afraid of?
Or is it the love marks engraved by myself?
They cannot be trusted, my owners said so, I must stay silent
Oh Atticus, you need not try to save me from the Ewells
Fountains trickle from my eyes as they insult the ones who love me the most
I am soaked.
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The poison ivy flourishes as tiny parasites travel
A glass paradise emits rainbows
Gentle clouds dance away into the distance
Life of a mutt, the fleas whisper to me
I return to the den.
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Your face changes as the scent of the elixir sprays from your lips
Burning with passion you embrace me like before
My bones crack from the abundance
No longer able to contain my love, my fur becomes a passionate red
I am soaked.
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My claws hug the ground that becomes drenched with my heart
I have to please you more so I scream my love for you
You enjoy it and I crow even more as my spine moves left to right
My knees become weak while I glorify you with my pores sweating
I am soaked.
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Holding me tightly you look at me, then somewhere else
I am calm, loved, happy
You purge me and I scurry back to my haven to curl up
Smiling as I enter, I fall asleep to listen to your sweet song burn me away
I am dry forever more.
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This was a poem about child abuse.