Trigger

We walked together hand in hand
I like to feed him but he
Eats apples with an overbite
And it’s funny to see him eat them
He chewed them with his buck teeth
Just wanted to make sure he didn’t get my hand
Blind, old and hair that used to be white
Sunken back from age and hooves that
Curl under, they never clipped them
He was walking on high heels
And he liked to like your fingers
You just gotta make sure he doesn’t get your hand