everything that you remember from your childhood is a sick dog’s nightmare
in which the owner does not submit to the will of the animal and the child
pokes and prods and there is never quite enough food in your dish
in which you are alone for hours upon hours at night never knowing quite when morning will come
in which your concept of time is limitless and nonexistent and the only disturbance in your lull is someone ringing the doorbell
at which you scream and scream because the unknown is terrifying
at which you relinquish control over passive thoughts and jump teeth first
from which you are greeted by calm and love or kicked away by relevant fear
to which you crawl back to your bed to loan your worry into a mess of fleas