Poetry & Prose

Sunday Morning Errands

When the dog lost its molar
The transformation began
Two novel appendages
Forming atop my forehead
Dawn, skin breaking

A skull dilapidated
Spiritual shredding
Curved teeth emit shrieks
Satinification takes certain
Time, focus, repetition

Horns need moonlight to soak
Upon completion: a blackened aura
With Capitalistic intent
The regrowth of sorts
Masks the pale trashed pieces

No candlelit vigil
To mark the painful alteration
Just blood
And a pricey replacement