Repressed Memory and Dog Slobber

for her the shrink did nothing for her the priest even less for her all the friends in the world could not find her when she hid in her deepest, darkest place--- buried down beneath the first floor in the basement where all the past would flood in, yes, she might have only been doing her laundry, but her laundry was doing so much more to her--- and the machine did oscillate and the dust & mildew brought out the horrors just a little more--- wanting for another human to help wanting for someone to come & say that it will be ok, but it doesn’t always work out that way. and then the world stopped when from beside her the sweet pup’s paw reached up volunteering, placing it on her shoulder when she was crouching. finishing up stuffing the remainder of her clothes in the machine, she hugs the dog in realization that she will get on by any means possible and the slobber of her pet is one more thing that she might have overlooked, had she not spent this time in deep introspection--- and the bond between her growing strength & the unknowing bliss of such an animal is what brings a smile, as she climbs back up the stairs to get him a treat.