claws.

the black dog does not stalk or hunt

   he hangs, by his claws, on your shoulders and back.

 

constant, sometimes his weight his bearable,

for a second you might forget his existence 

but he is there- always.

 

   you feel the claws tighten, the bloods dripping, your breath quickens

you  try  and  breath, 

your falling apart the seams

 

unravelling 

 

the black dog grips and scratches

his bark is all you can hear

drowning out your cries for help 

 

eventually he will sleep for a while,

 

   but not for long.

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