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Dog VS Tail.

Nearly out of fuel.
Forever stuck in the midst
of this never-ending
run from agony.
So dizzy.

Losing speed.
Its gaining on you.
So close
behind you now,
feel the

as it breathes
down your neck.

Turn around, face
it, fight before it bites
you on the ass.

Bony fist hits glass,
hoping to blossom
from the force

of impact
a cobweb of cracks
on the mirror,

all to no avail:

broken bones,
old wounds splitting
open, a fluid exhale
of rich red.

self-fulfilling prophecies
maintain themselves,
keep up
their momentum.


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