Confession #2

Today I ate the dog.

It was big, and round and had a large nose.

I think tomorrow i shall eat another dog.

It tasted good, it felt good in my stomach.

It deserved it, it was going to tell on me.

I could see it in his eyes, it was out to get me.

If only dogs could not speak then, then I would not have heard it calling my name.

I cut its tail off with a spoon, it felt the most appropriate piece of cutlery.

Confession #1

Today I made a mistake.

I did it again

I tried holding myself back but the rage felt so good.

I just kept on going. One knife after the other. Until he stopped struggling altogether.

His mother was calling for him. I helped her look but we couldn't find him.

 He's still there, under the carpet with the other one.

This time felt different.

It was better.

I finally felt like I had a purpose. I knew what I was doing. I wasn't so lost anymore.

My shirt still smells of him. It reeks of sour metal.

The same smell as the other one.

I think the dog saw.