Heaven Awaits a Good Boy
Heartbeats thumping in rapid unison
Chest hard pressed in his final resting place
The scent of sterile death whelms the toxin
Igniting the ducts in a scarce headspace
A drop on his tongue with a salty trace
Glitters in the blinding fluorescent ray
Each dense breath trickles unused time away
As tears of ire inspire his golden coat
One last moment to share our yesterday
And with that fourteen years have gone afloat
5/13/2016
Copyright © Lukas Ficklin | Year Posted 2016
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