Feb 1, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Her Stuffed Dog Ally

Her tan fur has become matted and ragged.

Plastic brown eyes, with fine scratches, are still intact.

They witness everything.

She’s in her usual position,

clutched in her 13 year old arms.

It’s dusk. She’s barefoot, in her pajamas.

She’s sprinting down the road,

For her life.

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