A BAD DOG

(do dogs chase their tails as a game or are they too trying to create some kind of eternity?)

Like any other helpless thing,
I too seek after the
approval of something
higher
than myself.

I’ll sit at your ankles
and
swish my tail with content
until the sound
drills into both of our skulls,
like the
beating of a
birds wings.
I turn back and find the
thing going
back and
forth
and back
and
forth
and
you encourage my delusions
whispering

“Get it.”

I get
vicious when I’m
nervous and
I want nothing more
than to
fulfill
your wishes.
Ears pinned back
canines clenched
growling with
wild
whale eyes
stuck on the culprit.

I begin to chase faster
and
faster
and
faster
I’m
straining and
biting
until I make contact and
sink into
flesh and
fur and
I don't stop.
I won't stop
until I’ve
swallowed myself
whole and
spat me right back up again,
like the
sparrow I caught and
dropped at your feet
shivering and
changed.

I’ll eat and be eaten
and reborn again
in hopes you'll
scratch me
behind the ear and
forgive me
for my
sins.
You're my
God
and I'm your
lamb
ready for the
slaughter,
my head resting in your
lap,
asking
“can we start
again?”

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Georgia Neale, 17, Aotearoa/New Zealand ✯ geeeeeorgia.wixsite.com/lovergirl ✯ BACK TO POETRY: OUROBOROS

“Hello there! You don't know me but maybe through my work you'll get an idea. For a brief introduction, hi, my name is Georgia. I love words and writing. I love art. I love, love. I love dissecting human existence in all of its grief and beauty. I love growing and changing and learning. I love sharing my passion and love and work. 
I hope my work can give you something - a smile, a look of disgust, a craving to be God, confusion, hurt, resonance, literally anything. I'm trying to get used to putting my work out there, so feel free to rip into it and through reading it, make it your own.
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Georgia x”