dead dogs, false gods

when the flies stopped landing, the pupae burst them annew, and through the dog's ribs again breathed life.

her gaze always seemed fixed on me, but one day she lost her right eye, so she could only gaze at the floor. i felt sorry for her so i turned her over, so she could gaze at the sky instead. the sky is so pretty, i've never understood why people hide themselves from it when they die. he knew others probably wouldn't understand his reasoning for turning over a dead dog but that's okay, he hoped the dog understands.

he met alexis in year 4, he had a thick mop of hair and he made him blush whenever they stared at eachother. he was now hunched over her body. he ordered for it to be buried at once.

we didnt tell anyone, but we buried her under the cherrytree behind the old schoolyard. we were so young when we went here, i felt weak for never growing stubble before i left, but you did. you haunt me in that way, older and wiser but without that unknown edge older kids always had. we kept meeting here after we left, after it shut down, after we buried the dog, until i said too much. i got too close and didnt mean what i said or did, but the petroleum still stained your lips, and there was no way i could wipe it off in time.

you suckerpunched me and my mouth drew blood, but you didn't stand up for me like you always did, you watched my gums bleed with pity and disgust. snot melded with blood on my upper lip, the adreanline couldnt numb my broken heart. i waited until you left to spit out silver, my head resting on the mutilated bark marking her corpse.

i dug her up, now blind in both eyes, and cried through her bones. she would never see the sky again, but i hope she could still feel my heart flutter as i hugged her, hairless skin now coated in blood and dirt and dead dog sinew. our gods left us here to suffer, yes, but we can still love each other, i just hope you can forgive me for letting him bury you, i just hope your bones can still hear me smile.