That's a cute dog

I didn’t think anything could look that adorable.

How does a dog have such stubby legs, be so fluffy?

Unlike that woman, must be the little guy’s owner

she looks like she’s watching a car crash.

Wait.

 

 

Is it because of the gash on my face?

There is a gash on my face?

It’s making my face wet.

Red?

Blood?

Crimson.

Crimson, Crimson, Crimson.

Such a weird word, just say red or blood.

Fucking Poets.

 

Let me tell you something,

Or rather me something.

Poets thinking they are all hoity-toity,

JUST because they can describe things better,

And nicer,

And more beautiful,

And more,

 

Where was I?

 

 

I never noticed that trees could be so peaceful

They are just there swaying with no reason or purpose

Freely,

Beautifully,

Peacefully,

 

Broken...

 

 

 

Wow

 

 

That’s a cute dog.

How can something look that blobby, as if it doesn’t exist,

Without a care in the world,

There’s not even a leash on it.

It’s just next to a woman?

Her face is empty,

But I know there’s shock,

There has to be,

Something happened,

Clinking

Crashing

Crunching

Cold?

Burning

 

 

Is that a dog?

It’s looming

It’s looming over the woman.

It’s grotesque, convulsing, putrid

To describe it any more

hurts

It feels like it belongs,

Like I don’t belong

Her face is contorted, twisted in a way

As if she’s screaming

At a car

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s not a dog