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LIQUID VISION
THOSE DOGS

Her home was on the street
She never really knew just who was who or what was really what
One minute she was needed
But when those tasks were done her not real pa
Without a word would always force her out
Reluctantly her head hung heavy

In truth she had no choice than to assume a grey and soon familiar beat
Between two worlds she lingered
Split into two she found it hard to disentangle what was left of love
From what resembled hate
Through all her days it plagued her
And to this day she shudders
Each time intimacy threatens with its warm and stifling embrace

Those dogs will never sleep
Those dogs will never lie
Her history will hound her
Beyond the grave indeed long after she has turned to dust
Her story is no other
Than one of sixteen billion others
Her life a stark reminder
Of just how hard it is to wangle more than hollow pride
More than empty pride
Bitter hollow pride from these so short uncompromising lives

She built a wall around her
The older she did get the harder it in truth became
Made sure that she was needed
Her children were a constant source of distraction
Temporary respite from the aching hole within
Just for a few short years

But as they grew she had no choice than to resume her grey and ever so familiar beat
Between two worlds she lingered
Split into two she found it hard to disentangle what was left of love
From what resembled hate
Through all her days it plagued her
And to this day she shudders
Each time intimacy threatens with its warm and stifling embrace

Those dogs will never sleep
Those dogs will never lie
Her history will hound her
Beyond the grave indeed long after she has turned to dust
Her story is no other
Than one of sixteen billion others
Her life a stark reminder
Of just how hard it is to wangle more than hollow pride
More than empty pride
Bitter hollow pride from these so short uncompromising lives


A figure welded to a rocking chair
Her hair an ashen shade of grey a tinge of white
She looks back on the years
The distance in her eyes reflects the tears
She’s bitten back
She’s armoured through the years with all her empty
Bitter hollow pride
Those dogs just will not lie


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