Last night I dreamt
Of raging dogs
Tearing my dog to pieces
***
I cried and cried
For my dog to return
But he never came to my side
***
I was so helpless
No one came to my aid
They just watched it all
***
And in the end
All that remained
Was my dog’s head and bloody flesh
***
What is the purpose
Of such a dream
When all I watch are Disney documentaries?
***
Where do they come from
Deep in my subconscious
When I have lived no such trauma?
***
Fear so strong
That it takes away my nights
What does it mean?
***
Last night I dreamt
Of raging dogs
Tearing my dog to pieces—
But why?
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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