My Dog Poem by Irina Utkina

So he is my dog
My poor loyal dog
Follows me on every step
Makes noises with chains
If I leave him
Now is tied to a table
Belts over his naked body
Mouth full of soap
Eyes wide open
As I pull the lever
He calms
And the nails come closer
Reaching the skin
Craving his crime
With shivers
Leaving him 12 hours to breathe
Before the agony stops,
He falls in a pit, to other he can't see
This is his life, his reward.