my heart is cold and empty
and the dead body of a dog lies on the floor
when alive it thrashed and tore
and ripped open the flesh of anybody everybody
and me

i plied open his mouth
withstanding the sinking of teeth
i tried to pull out his claws
so that he wouldn’t be so mean
to me

he ripped away
and had his way
and i lie, covered cold in teeth marks
his bite was infinitely worse than his bark
i see

i close my eyes i cant forget
that night and brutal threat
even though he’s gone
i live my life in fear
when will the fog be clear?