| Dog The dog without its fur, skin, walks muscle naked, born head first, gear on. White strands, ropes stretch and shrink, move the dog. Its eyes are like planets, too big somehow for this world. Saliva dragged across the canvas, head hanging low. Growling angrily. It starts from the wound by the tail, nails scratching, barking with a high pitch sound at the end, like a question. |