The black dog is here again
Bounding along and jumping
All over me
Smothering me with his
Thick, black fur
Leaving me unable to breath
Unable to move, unable to live
As I peel back layer after
Layer of dense black fur that
Chokes the life from me
Leaving me tired, confused
Unable to focus or concentrate
Draining every ounce of
Energy from my being as
My mind matted by long
Strands of clogging black
Fur leaves me unable to think
To function, barely breathing
Only existing in the shell
That is my body
And then the black dog goes
He’s had his fun and it’s
Time for him to leave
And move on to someone
Else that he can smother
With his long, black fur
And squeeze the life from them
Until they can breath no more
The Autistic FellRunner 