the dog is chained to the fence. / it watches the family inside / warm and happy. / the dog shivers. / the wind whips its face and stings its eyes. / a little girl looks at the dog from inside the house. / i look at my paws and it turns out they are fingers. / i look at the girl and its a crowd of my old friends. / the wind has been replaced with a layer of heat and we're both with different crowds, both looking at eachother but swear that we're not. / we're only looking to see if the other is looking too. / we're not. / i am the dog. / i am the little girl inside the house. / i am the wind. / you are the dog. / you are the little girl inside the house. / you are the wind.
Chapter 2: the dog, the girl, the wind
shitty poems about dogs, drugs, fruit, and faggots for losers like me•Words: 681