Dogs scare me
I tremble at the sight
Fuzzy fur
Sharp teeth
Ferocious eyes
I spot one and my legs become solid ground
My heart begins to chew
What my mind spits out
The gnaw marks scream
And my stomach turns to grinding glass
Dogs follow me on trains
Their eyes trace my recognition of their gaze
Dogs howl at moonlight
They whistle too like trains announcing their very next move
Warning me
They honk like clowns from creepy circus shows
And stalk like memories you try to forgo
Not all dogs are bad ofcourse
Just an impulse written by violent affairs
Shaped by the common pretense I should remain prepared
Dogs still scare me
Sometimes they are nice
Soft fur
And loving eyes
Hard to reckon with my mind
That I can’t tell most of the time
Which are mean and which are nice
THATS SO BEAUTIFUL
