My dog is a living, breathing stuffed animal.
Her eye lashes are strawberry blonde - like silk curtains for her big brown eyes that stare into your soul, rip your heart into pieces, and leave you paralyzed with wonder - how can something be so excruciatingly cute?
Every time I look at her, I feel my fingers curl into fists, as my fingernails dig into my palms.
I imagine crushing her skull between my palms - slowly. Feeling her fragile little head crush-sh-sh, until it softens…I finally reach her brain. Her adorable little brain.
I watch the life dissipate from her big, brown, beautiful eyes. My soul returns to a place of privacy. No longer taunted by her agonizing cuteness.