black eye from a dog

no, i did not fall down the stairs
no, i didn't walk into a door either.
And a big no - to my husband beating me.

I got a black eye from a dog last night.

Was at a friend's party and his husky seemed quite zen, walking from room to room, foraging for food, until near the end of the night, i guess he was getting irritated. I went to pet him and he turned around and snapped at my face, his muzzle and one tooth narrowly missed my eye. I have a cut there now, and a black eye.

Lovely.

Mom: "You might get rabies! Make sure he had his shots!!"

oi vey.

So ice, and lots of hydrogen peroxide. This story is one for the record books...

nothing will ever really matter

nothing will ever really matter

that fragmented beyond repair

are my fragile and delicate bones

of sadness and despair

shards of reality encrusted in

shadows of murky dreams

I find disconsolate evidence

of vindictive accusatory scenes

try to justify the essence -

this complete notion of excuse

your brainwashed reality

is filled exquisite abuse

locked by the will of your own

and poetically die from the pain

torn between cheap little lies

your prerogative will sadly remain

in this universe to survive

enlightened, alive with no guilt

exist on the lies of this house

that you have so carefully built

despite your oblique description

of what is black or is white

nobody is fundamentally worth

the ultimate price of this fight

so in the end

nothing will ever really matter,

but on you will that depend

what you will decide

but this pain i will transcend