I bite

spitting venom
out of fear

attacking
like a cornered
dog

to a threat
that is not there

unable
unwilling
to see any other
option

words meant
to cut
to hurt
to bleed you

all so you
won’t go away
or
to make you prove
what you say

(D. James)

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the dog at the end of the tunnel

yellow toothed dog
stares through
blood-shot eyes
in my nightmare

drooling
I know he
wants me
for his last meal

I’ve run from him
for hours now
maybe even days

in the end
he’ll have his way
because that dog
keeps me honest
because that dog
is me

his hot breath
rank with death

the only escape
is to wake
but either I can’t
or I already have

I’ll know in a minute
as he approaches
and I am too weak
to move

One way or the other
it ends here

(D. James)