missing dog
raising my anxiety
even in dreams
© Rachel Green February 2025
III.VIII
She takes a step to check the wind-blown room
filled with a chaos not the breeze's fault;
an empty wardrobe doorless lies, its contents strewn
and crucified with nails in gestures of revolt.
Some tops and dresses of a commons style
associated with the cheaper brands
each ripped and torn; the objects of revile
by disgusted and/or jealous hands.
An affair, perhaps, exposed by faithful man
who, in a rage, rejected love of wife
who subsequently left in rented van
and in a fit of pique and loathing took his life.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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