Wednesday, August 31, 2011


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.

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