spectart28

It was sudden, but in a way, it was expected. You had been getting steadily worse and weren't improving. They kept saying that you wouldn't last the year. I ignored them, wanting to keep you here until the last possible second, but of course you didn't notice. You kept stalking around the house, keeping your distance, especially from the dog, and didn't look happy unless you were napping in the sun. I remember when you were small enough to fit in my father's hand (I, like you, was still young and small then) and you looked so frail, but so soft and adorable. To think that tiny frame had withstood the hardships of abandonment and neglect at t

Jagged and dripping jaws encase me in this world I've known for so long. Storms rage, masking the roar and ache in my mind. With the canopy of night comes the dreamless sleep, and the questions with no answers that last till the morning fog. A tunnel of sky opens, revealing a wall of storm clouds stretching up for miles. By mid-morning, rain ricochets off the granite and dirt, rapidly creating streams and swelling rivers. Thunder and lightning pry open the sky, sending shocks down my spine. The jagged and dripping jaws run with water, while the torrent overflows away from me. The menacing and dark jaws keep me dry.