Dog

Dog

VT

18 years old

Posts

  • Poetry

    By Dog

    Menthol

    My knees grew weak I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on, the air felt thin and empty. I reached into my bag for some relief but I was met with empty packaging.

  • Poetry

    By Dog

    Wishes and Hopes

    I do not wish to turn back time. I don't wish to go back to when I was a kid and things were simple, chasing bugs, enjoying dirt, and playing with beyblades.