AN OBSCURE SNARL by Kyle Newton

I enter my home, and there it is,
Glimmering lights reflecting in its irises.
Fur like blackened silk,
A panting tongue of drool and ilk.
White teeth: sharp and long,
It truly makes me wish I owned a dog

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b6c42b_888fa8ede93444f0933caae8b47cc2d1.png_srz_p_263_272_75_22_0.50_1.20_0.00_png_srzGrowing up in New England, Kyle Newton has found a taste for writing about the fantastical, often merging it with key moments in history. However, recently he has gained a growing taste for horror and the macabre. His personal site is located here.

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