i sit typing in my parents computer, as the great son i am i came to take care of
their dog while their out,i should rewrite, the first sentence, i sit trying to write, suddenly:
The wrath of what it seems of a tiger starts biting my leg, her teeth sharp as razors, i cry in pain
she keeps going at it, I stop writing, I stop creating, i look down thinking of “what in the world?”
i see her, the little dog, i jump in horror, she is the devil, she then starts biting the sofa, she
goes on to bite the beautiful wooden oak table, and then she goes on to bite a freaking wall!!
i´m suppose to write but can´t,i have been hurt badly, my leg bleeding profusely and now
i´m limping around trying to catch this devil, so she won´t eat the whole house,
or swallow something….my head spins, i feel like committing suicide,
i think about how mothers can take care of children, what a heroes
those women are, but the devil is still biting at my bloody leg, sipping my blood, she is
the devil in disguise.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
P.S. Please pray for me so that when i can return to my place in one piece this Monday.