One day the dogs

One day the dogs came to life, and it wasn’t normal.

They were all scaly and crocodile like and stuff and I thought

Fuck, the dogs aren’t normal anymore

I wish the sky was red

And my heart was bursting open to be filled with its seed

Then I would be fine with this

The torn bedsheets and new claw marks across the lawn

If the sky became like dogs had been at it, then maybe the sun could bleed out, cover us in a coating that drys up

Creates a new shell

And in the bloody shell there might be traces

Of the thoughts of the dogs

About all this