If she had vocal chords her scream would have paralyzed the deaf
but she was silent
and her eyes were beyond fear beyond pain beyond panic beyond sight
her eyes devoured the bite of the October air her eyes heard the city on the horizon
her eyes smelled my sister’s cry tasted the rain coming next week
her eyes opened to swallow the world that couldn’t hear her scream and her
front legs
ripping
across the pavement searching for traction that wasn’t there with the blood trailing behind her broken legs filling cracks in the asphalt flowing rivers of her mute screams her eyes were the black holes of terror in a desperate attempt to suck in nature to nurse her bleeding legs
front legs
thrashing
across the pavement and blood filling the cracks
and her eyes
franticsearchingscreaming
mute
jerking
across the pavement
