And The Small Dog Sittin’ On Your Doorstep,
That all the neighbours think is cut,
Is still there.
An’ you can’t go out there.
‘cos every time it looks at you with that
Deep stare;
You breakdown.
The recollections are too deep
-it’s eyes delve into your very soul.
Somethin’ about it makes you sick.
Twice,
You’ve puked in the toilet -
Sweat streamin’ down your face.
And it’s still there - you can see
The shadow under the crack in your door - it can see
Through letter flaps.
Your heart burns, your stomach churns, the toilet bowl churns.
The world turns.