Very Bad Poetry

The wet substance fell on my nose

He lowered his neck down and brushed his cheek against mine

I peered open the flaps of skin that covered my eyes

He panted and stared down at me

He smiled at me and his eyes showed the pure excitement that he possessed

Then, he barked

My dog ran off the bed and brought with him the rope of freedom also known as a leash

I reached down, cracking my, back, to pick it up and along with it a bag so I could sanitarily dispose of his waste

I put on the article that encased my feet also known as shoes

I stepped on the ground and my dog jumped to the ceiling showing his excitement that he possessed

I traveled down the stairs lugging my body and my dog followed rapturously and enraptured

I opened the door

To see what is in store

For me

In the outside world.

Nopar Katherine has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Nopar's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Nopar's latest works: