cold as the cement's
wetness against her bare feet
in the basement
whereperspiration cools on the forehead
slithers from her palms
onto the smoothhead of the dog
whose flat chin rests on the floor
as he bears histeeth
not in a grin
his pink tongue a slight shade
of gray
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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