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