Moon Desert
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UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Confessions of a Circus Dog
I often looked straight ahead and couldn’t describe it. Every object and every human were melted into one black hole, I think the same as my eyes. I couldn’t tell well as for us, dogs, it’s usually very little we could ask from life: a bowl of food or water and a shelter from our generous owner. I could have that. Only that. I didn’t have anything else. Loud music all day, bumpy road, and all those arguments the others had with each other constantly. Being able to speak doesn’t mean that you have to use your mouth all day. I would know what to do with my speech if I could talk. I imagine other dogs have a lot of fun with their owners, I saw them many times walking next to me, behind this wire fence they always separate the circus from the rest of the world. The other dogs walked proudly, some of them never stopped, some of them just barked at me. I never respond because they usually speak with such an aristocratic dialect I don’t quite follow. And they wouldn’t understand me probably too, if I opened my muzzle.
By Moon Desert5 years ago in Petlife
