A woman screams,
running out
into the darkness,
shrinking under the streetlight,
cowering, wondering,
where the hell will she go to now?
"Get the fuck back here, bitch!"
He shouts,
between burps and slurs,
mouth frothing and dribbling,
it's just the usual,
Saturday night
house-party bullshit.
Meanwhile,
a scrawny dog,
tits sagging
from her latest litter,
tries to break free
of the frayed rope that binds her
to a roughly sawn
plywood kennel.
...And it looks like another bitch,
is on heat this weekend.
Frantic barks
wake up the neighbours,
curtains part,
porch lights turn on,
eyes peer through slits,
seeing but not wanting
to be seen.
Typical.
...The fucking animal,
has woken them up again.
"Shut the fuck up!
Both of you,
shut the fuck up!" He shouts.
Someone's going to pay
for his shortfalls tonight,
the booze has run dry
and the money's run out,
It's Saturday night
and someone's
sure as hell
going to pay for it...
A four by two
piece of timber,
bears down on the skull
of the restrained dog.
...She wont be breaking free,
running away any place now.
I guess it's a safer bet
to kill your dog,
than it is to murder your wife,
chances are,
you'll get away with it,
an unreported crime,
no doing time,
and the other bitch
will return home
within the hour,
they always do.
Meanwhile...
At least one of the bitches
lies dead.