My cheeks became so rosy. My lips, too, they were a new red. I saw it in the early mornings when I would wake to the unwelcome truths of the day. My body full of promise. All our plans had come true. Even this one. And then I lay down there on that strange bench. I reached out for Doctor Suphatra's arm, but she barely noticed. When I woke up it was dead, and I wondered what else had died with it.
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[illustration by elba goodey]
Slobbering Hounds is an honest blog dedicated to short, illuminating pieces of writing of 500 words or less. Every entry is true, and has been inspired by events in my life, or the lives of others I come across. I hope that by reflecting the human condition in this way, that I can make someone, anyone, feel that we are all, in our longing, the same.
The Soul of the Slobbering Hound
Whole weeks go by and the words don’t come, but bark instead from the cavernous deep of my longing, of my confusion, of my loved and lost, of my ambition and inadequacy, of my dying, of my fear, of my disgust. Barking like slobbering hounds, ungrateful for the opportunity I’ve given them to live again, to be reborn, but no. They are creatures of habit, these dogs, these thoughts, this heart of mine. It wants what it had, and only when it gets it will it start wanting everything else as well.
[illustration by elba goodey]
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3 comments:
I like this type of literature.
ilan.. i reach out to you. we need to talk of this. someday.
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