TOOLS : UNNATURAL ABILITY
Walking into the “ambush” their genetic memory, whatever it was that set them apart from humans, twitched electric.
To no avail, the cartoonish figures tried to break them. Shearing, grinding, squeezing. Standard soul crushing practices exhausted.
All means by which humans control and manipulate their environment couldn’t extinguish their ancient bond..
At times, the sparkle in one eye would dim.Succumbing to the evil of the human realm.
A glance to the others eye, healed all doubt.
The electric iris—the souls window— healed instantly.
Their tools of intelligence transcended this place.
No match for the tools living on Earth.
What freaking remote location did they send him to?
Spotting a television he fumbled through the nightstand for the remote.
“Where the hell am I? Where’s the remote”? He demanded kicking his roommates bed.
“Rehab, and it’s mine”.
I am always with you though often you choose not to see me.
Some days I hide in shadows but I’m always close.
Did you know that black dogs are the least adopted from shelters?
They say it’s because our features are not as prevalent…My belief? – That ancient memory inside the human brain knows me well.
I wish you no harm, it’s the human way to harm oneself ..not mine. I will be here..always to guide you when the time comes.
I smile as the black dog walks alongside me through the park.
It was a beautiful day.