Ephemeral - a rearrangement of the past

Here Maple! C'mon! C'mon! The bark riveted through the haze of fog. I felt it drive like a nail into my head. Short and sharp. The clarity vibrating with such tidiness. Her furry stumps skipped a fickle shuffle towards me. Good girl! I handed over her bowl. She pounced. Her jaws lay wide as a wet and soggy tongue emerged wiping away the residue of a dust-covered surface. The dampness of her tongue rolled along the clogged pores of my skin and it tickled. Okay girl, eat up! Her drool laced around my fingers as I fed her. Those snapping teeth grinding away the fragments of bone and meat. Mixing them so that they could be readily digested. She had been a strong presence. I have tried to forget about it but the pain is too strong that it blocks the canals that circulate the central cavities of my soul. I always wanted to have had a fun childhood; a scapegoat for the hassles of everyday life. I longed for this innocence and I wanted it to permeate. But I knew more than anything that I wanted this moment to last longer. Why does everything I want so badly slip away from my fingers? I told myself I was innocent, but the vividness of her diced corpse congested inside my head.

We found her in the morning. Her body lay in jigsaws, chewed up and churned by a large tanker. Five days and six nights. The maggots nested within the dark meat and like glowing ember they squirmed within the flesh. I stood against the tarnished clouds of heaven above. The meat throbbed with those lengthy string tentacles. Her eyes were shut. She looked like a sleeping mutt with her nose pinned to the cement. The poignant smell of the cadeaver flew into my face. The odour clung there and I felt old.

Why....? Why? I knew it was useless questioning God but I persisted. The chant grew in volume and silver droplets peppered the pavement exploding tiny pellets of water onto the road. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I reminded myself of my innocence.

The exhaust of such downpour of emotion left me numb. Her passing had marred my soul and splinters lay protruding like rampant intruders fusing in the furnace of love.

Death takes everyone separately. Death takes time, time to digest and religiously grieve.

Her sour paw was severed from the rest of her limb. It seemed that more than a car had missed it. I turned to the trees firmly rooted to the divided gravel dunes. The eerie whispers of a lost love riddled the serenity of silence. They watched me bag the leftovers. The unbearable stench once again teased my nostrils. Hurriedly my shaky hands collected the sticky clotted pieces into the plastic dustpan. Blood never looked so dull and drained of life.

The screen flickered as the antenna returned to its humble universal home of oblivion. My thoughts divered to the television. The sparkles began to multiply. Their invasion gnawed at the desolate screen. Liquid emptiness leaked through the cavities. The hollow shell erroded leaving a crisp grainy sand rotting. I was expendable. Everybody is.

Fine.
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Time pressed itself against his slender shoulders. The sheer gravity of it implanted on his back was detached. The pain waded through those dusty slim cut frames and I saw myself the way she saw me - in Black and White.

Barking is my antidote.

IPPY