04-17-2015, 06:04 AM
this one was so difficult, it took me a while. Still not satisfied, but this is as deep as I could cut.
First Love
Buffy was there when I was born,
as far as I knew she would be there forever.
Black and tan mutt,
all paws and tongue,
she would lick my face full of slobber
and steal all my snacks.
At nine I was walking her,
something I did every day,
when the leash snapped like glass breaking
and I watched in flash pan slow motion
as the truck tires rolled over her back.
I looked down at the cartoon flat spine
of the thing I loved most in life
and she returned my gaze,
managing somehow one last lick
before death looked back at me.
A guttural scream ripped
from my toes to the sky.
It would be the first of many.
First Love
Buffy was there when I was born,
as far as I knew she would be there forever.
Black and tan mutt,
all paws and tongue,
she would lick my face full of slobber
and steal all my snacks.
At nine I was walking her,
something I did every day,
when the leash snapped like glass breaking
and I watched in flash pan slow motion
as the truck tires rolled over her back.
I looked down at the cartoon flat spine
of the thing I loved most in life
and she returned my gaze,
managing somehow one last lick
before death looked back at me.
A guttural scream ripped
from my toes to the sky.
It would be the first of many.