• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 05
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You are not the only dog here

The breeze was on a paper chase
as we stood on wet needle grass
A fine spray upon tapping feet

Red blinked green
A metallic army advanced,
its nose in the air

You took my hand
We sped across the tar
just making it to the other side
while metal-mouthed sleekness sniffed
at our auras
still hurrying off the road

My nose jammed up
stuffing in all the smells of an anosmic cosmos
I wanted the armored warriors to never end their flow
and keep my hand safe in yours