Pet horror by Ocinitram

Ocinitram | June 1st, 2018 | poetry | No Comments


That moment when I spotted the dog.
Yapping at the chained door.
Our eyes met.

The golden hairs of his fur coat, the forever smile on his face.
The times felt good.
But we never thought.

That dreadful day of the 24th.
The sky was dark and the sun was down.
The car.

That red car I’ll never forget
The way it tore down the street lurching from side to side.
My dog.

Crossing the street, oblivious
to the fact
of the machine.

And me?
Just standing on the other side…

Poet Bio

Hey everyone.
I’m 15 years old.
I love poetry, reading, writing, playing chess and am thinking about getting into blogging

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