The coloured dog.

She walks through her day. Smiles. Laughs. Socializes.
She looks with the corner of her eye. It's still there.
She goes home. Homework. Dinner. Bed.
She looks with the corner of her eye. It's still there.

The dog won't leave her alone. Like Mary's little lamb it follows her everywhere. Never lets her forget that it exsists. The dog is sad, and pushes its sadness towards her. Pushing her down. Down. Down. Down. The dog won't help her up. The dog is black, and it blocks out the light in her life like an eclipse.

She wants to feel happy again.
For the worrying and anxiety to go away.
She wants the hole in her stomach to close.
For the the bright side of life to show itself.

The dog won't leave her alone. Following her like a shadow. She knows when she turns, it will be behind her.

That black dog.

The dog won't leave her alone.

Why?