The Get-Away
His hard eyes stared me down
The remnant of a smile
Now a distant memory
It’s funny how the eyes can relate hatred
Out of nothing came a blow
It made me see stars-for how long?
I can’t count but I’m a damn good smell sensor
What I did to deserve that smack, I may never know
I miss my friends from that place
I don’t know what they call it but I remember its smells
Urine, poop, fear, and death
Why did I have to go home with this guy?
It started as soon as I got to his digs
Couldn’t hold it
There were others here; I could smell them
But they are gone
I used to remember everything
Now it’s a blur
Head smacks all the time
I hate the stars
What a fool
He took me outside and unlatched the spike collar
Took off, full speed
Not looking back, gonna find another pack
Copyright © John Trainer | Year Posted 2014
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