fuzzy furry friend
curled up on my lap
snoring soundly, my strangled breathing
soothed slowly by his steady sleeping.
do you think he knows
that just yesterday
i sat knife in hand on my kitchen floor
memories becoming too much
swarming my head, stinging like wasps
while he was out on a walk with Mom?
he opens his eyes, floppy lips smiling
his ears perked up at the sound of my crying
but that makes it worse.
do you think he saw me last week
come home so high that i couldn't tell up from down
life was just too much.
it's always too much for me.
does it make me cowardly
to try so desperately to escape reality?
when something tells me that
even though he's short, round, and chubby
tail so waggy and eyes so loving
that if he knew, he'd try to protect me.
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PoesiaA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
