The dog is obsessed with the throw rug. Scratches it. Moves it. Sits and whines.
I roll it up. He paces the hardwood beneath it.
Prying floorboards, I expect a rat’s nest.
I find slithering black sludge and unblinking eyes.
Tendrils lash.
The dog whines.
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