Multi-Headed

I used to have a dog

who scratched me

whenever I tried to 

hug him. 

One day,

11 year old me 

had a revelation:

“This will be a glorious day!

The day I redeem myself!”

I then proceeded to crawl into the small space

where my lil cerberus was balled up.

I pounced.

He lashed.

I wept.

He celebrated.

Reluctantly I take off my clothes

and shuffle under my covers for the night.

Sniffles turn to 

stifling weeps .

He hops into bed and lays down against my back.

That was the first time he 

ever

slept with me.

Also 

the 

only. 

Even monsters have sympathy. 

When they want to.