It emerges deep in shadow-light, this
low-life lonely gutter-placed doggerel,
leaping it pushes forth in tired growl it
barks at passersby deep within the
chest, it has lost all of emotion.
You–the summoner, stand distant; a
memory passing in periphery, no state
of sense or shame therein. Instead
those teeth bare, howling, wounding
wandering roams flesh out of its place.
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