the sky is littered with seagulls,
catcalling at her.
the pavement looks scalding,
and it seems that the cars are crawling.

her head aches in rhythm with the beat,
from the garage sale down the block;
and the trees whisper about her.

a dog runs out into into the street,
and a truck comes rumbling by out of nowhere.
her first instinct propels her,
to save the dog.

the impact is so great,
that her tears hit the windshield.
and her thoughts start to fade,
but her ears keep hearing.

the shout of the driver,
the barks of the dog,
the throbbing of pain,
and the last pitter-patter of her heart.


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the sun is shining high in the sky,
and the clouds are pretty much nonexistent.
the grass is greener than my fingernails,
and his eyes flash worriedly every time i trip drunkenly.

i lie down,
and beckon him,
wanting to share the soft grass.
he doesn't know it,
but i brought a cup with me.
as well as some water,
a canvas,
and some paint and paintbrushes.

he lies down,
looking at me queerly.
and then he feels the sunshine on his tummy,
and the light turns his vision to mush,
and so he closes his eyes,
while a smile spreads on his face.

i pull out my tools of the trade,
and put a flower in my cup,
for love and warmth and happiness.
the canvas is set up,
and his eyes are still closed,
so i begin to paint.

i paint his shirt with a graveyard green,
and his pants are done with a bruised blue.
his laugh lines are made more visible,
and i paint his hair on like cotton balls of fluff.

the sun starts to darken,
behind the sudden clouds,
and the sky starts to open up,
and take away my colours.

he wakes up with a jolt,
fear in his eyes.
while i wordlessly point to the painting,
where his body once lied.

the colours fade out,
and my tears slip into the rain,
while he hugs me tight.



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my new favorite toys;;


HOT DOG: FRANK
SAD, YELLO PUP: CHARLES





SKULL: CHICO
SKULL, GRAY PUP: DANNY

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