Tippy – Prompt Eighteen

Her name was Tippy, she was just a puppy.

Covered in black fur, with a white T on the chest.

Who was there every day after school.

Something didn’t feel right one day.

Hopping off the bus, I had no greeting.

Trusting the lies I was fed.

Until the truth had been exposed.

A little girl’s heart broke,

As trust crumpled in the wind.

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