I hear a funny noise, not in the dream but real. I jolt awake and I see them small like mice scurrying back behind the big flat screen tv the dog is dead on the floor all unzipped his entrails open like the way flowers bloom and the house is eerie mid-day quiet. I’m so afraid if they killed him why didn’t they kill me? The rich people who own the house are gone I see their beds empty their clothes still lying under blankets.

LOOK FOR THEM

BECOME THE DOG