Today’s prompt was to write a poem of nine lines. These nearly killed me but here they are.

In need of sudden fortune I walked
to you through the city where dogs

converge in packs like clusters of stars
itching in the dusk and the scent

of day lingers long into the darkness.
Where their eyes are hollows, spools

of lava rushed to cool as they hunt
rank leftovers and bitches in heat

they speak in a violence only we can understand.


Picture credit: http://vintageprintable.swivelchairmedia.com/animal/animal-dogs-all-kinds/



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