Black Dog
A snuffle
A soft padding through the undergrowth
As it grows closer, a howl of offering to the ever-darkening sky
The black dog hunts.
All the places you would hide,
Teeth dripping, bared
To close your eyes is to open your arms
The tearing to the bone is welcomed
A release from the mundane pain.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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