I watched the dog kicking at
his belly, as if trying to
tear open his own underside,
set something free.
I wanted to help him,
to ease his pain, but
he snapped and howled and
wouldn't let me near him.
It was as if he had swallowed a
bucket of
seeds that were
shooting out tendrils in his
gut, threatening to explode him, and the
only way to survive was
to tear himself
open.




Been there.
Done that.

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