My Pet Loneliness
It's a pretty unique pet I
think
Some days it sits in its
little wicker basket,
I blast sad 80s ballads on
my little boom box
watching my pet raise its
sleepy head
as it watches me dance
alone, yet again
Other days, uninvited
it slithers across the
ground
where I huddle in a corner,
knees to my chest,
eyes full of any reality but
this one
It opens its mouth,
I see its pretty fangs,
and it swallows me whole
I don't mind
It's warm,
and dark,
and safe
No one can see me here,
hiding,
in my pet loneliness
Ann Treffer
Anna Treffer is currently living in New Zealand where she is doing a Master of Human Interface Technology. In her spare time, she enjoys a vast variety of too many hobbies including writing, dancing and art. This is her very first writing professional credit.