Sunday, March 26, 2006


The dog who gets beat:
Unworthy, tender, and pitiful.
Waiting for that one soft hand,
For the sweet talk, for a name.
Always there to fetch and fall
With pleading, searching eyes.
Begging for crumbs and
Promising with a cower that
The foul the dog will rectify
If only the blows will halt.
No clinking chains needed for
There are choking binds unseen


Blogger Douglas Cootey said...

You touch old memories, Miss Sphinx. There are friendships in my past where I ran and ran to keep up with them, but they'd always leave me behind. I waited for their approval and got only derision the entire time. Then I grew up, but with sadness instead of happiness where happy childhood memories should have been.

As a parent it is my mission to teach my children that they do not have to accept abusive friendships. They deserve better. Teaching them to believe that is the challenge.

3:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We have traveled the same road and fight the same fight.

4:11 PM  
Blogger Slain said...


in a twisted, haunting sorta way

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Actually, it seems unfinished.
endings are a problem


8:40 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

Scarlet ~ ::grins:: twisted is good

endings..the mind has a way of getting in the way of those ::wink::

7:50 PM  
Blogger ScarletSphinx said...

You can say that twice and mean it.

7:03 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

Scarlet ~ heh.

7:26 AM  

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