25 January 2013
That girl looks demented and discouraged,
Frightened with rage.
Confusion.
The siren sounds off,
I take a stagger step to my left,
The door slamming against my ear.
Unforeseen.
I move to the blinding light
That reeks in my view of where
My pets just say not too long ago.
Bristled hair, salivating mouth's,
"I'm alright puppies,
No worries."
The countertop denies this.
The Passing.5 • Opuss № I