Reaction of a Memory
A poem based on true events
A sound enters. It's a squeek from a gate. My shoulder's arch up at this sound that I hate.
Gates not often opened tend to bar threats, and we came closer to violence with every step.
I was walking with Buddy, my pet and my friend, what came out to greet us was nearly his end.
A sight enters. It's an old wooden broom. My heart pounds fast and my head starts to swoon.
A man beat his dog as it shook mine in his teeth. I froze and I watched not even able to breath.
The man freed my Buddy and told me to go, he whined and I cried as the wounds came to flow.
A smell enters. It's blood and I cringe, as I remember the blood of my dog soaking in.
Holding tight in my arms, one step at a time, I carried him home hoping he wouldn't die.
It flowed down my shirt, down my white summer shorts.
Now, my body reacts because of memory's force.
About the Creator
Sara Cooney
I received my Associates Degree of Fine Arts from Central New Mexico Community College in 2014.
I lived in Japan for 6 years as an English teacher where I explored my creative voice and developed into the person I am now.
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