Putting The Dog To Sleep Poem by Iris Balgaire

That god damn folder
"Receipts"
Like all that pain was something other than what it was, a case I was trying to solve
"Hey wyd"
I'm covered in dog blood, it was dragged under the car
"Come over, mine" (It was ours)
I held together the gashed up skin while the vet grabbed the thread
"Send me a sexy picture"
The dog didn't make it, the floor is covered in blood
"I can't follow you back, I got a girl"
A new corpse is on the table 
"I was only 15, I don't want to make it a legal thing"
I gently close it's eyes, wipe the blood, I want it to know we tried
"He tried to get me to meet up"
But it's dead, and I put it in the black bag, and into the freezer in the back

The dog is laid to rest, ready to be incinerated and forgotten