Dog-ma(r)

The entry is fastened, through the panel you peer wondering what could have been. I fraudulently loved her so and there she thrives forward in reverie. Gray clouds highlight your monochrome banter, confused self-tales of fervor and lust, are you still wagging ferociously for admission?

Hungry and molested, the remains poke through, no tricks or treats to salvation. The ownerless abuse is at your hand, securing your own tie-out chain of life’s mishandling. Gnawing and tugging for your freedom, why do they(I) abandon and mistreat me.

In the corner you lie, waiting for emancipation. As the years pass, instinctively chewing at them(I) to breach life’s kennel. It’s draining being their(my) punching bag year after year.

Wag the dog to your misled beliefs. Capture is but a fantasy. I too wish for your clarity, dejectedly there is no 88mph in this tragedy.