# Four of a Kind

Author: G-man2014
Tags: Dog, Human, Poems

Something submitted for class. Second draft, but it doesn't feel quite ready yet.

I imagine you breathe with a knife in your chest,

a sharp pain to put it kindly.

Cobblestone rests below your feet,

while you sit on the sidewalk's edge, cold.

  

With white knuckles you hold your glass.

You dared ask if I was sure.

  

There's a time

when siblings are like stars.

Never do you think of

darkness between those bodies.

  

and here I am

fourth of a kind

  

I watch you take a breath

ignoring the knife.

Your white sweater,  tailored,

soft as the down of a fledgling bird,

moves with your thoughtless breathing.

  

You look like a damned swan,

no stains to show,

only a blank white.

  

We hear a yowl.

A battered hound limps down the block,

crimson streaks slither down its leg.

  

It does not understand

  

My cheeks are wet,

but there has been no rain.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/0mvEpPXe