He pries open her mouth, green tinted teeth, foam spittle, the scent of gone milk. 'Have to reach in to check it.' He rolls up his sleeve and vanishes to the elbow, grunting, finding nothing. The vet cries on extraction, a harsh mannish bark, 'Bitch got me with her teeth.' - Rabies
He pries open her mouth, green tinted teeth, foam spittle, the scent of gone milk. 'Have to reach in to check it.' He rolls up his sleeve and vanishes...
A split poetry book between the poets Bethany W. Pope and Paul Tristram. All proceeds from this book will be given to a homeless charity in mainland Britain.
A split poetry book between the poets Bethany W. Pope and Paul Tristram. All proceeds from this book will be given to a homeless charity in mainland B...
