Memory Brings Us Back To Such a Place

It emerges deep in shadow-light, this
low-life lonely gutter-placed doggerel,
leaping it pushes forth in tired growl it
barks at passersby deep within the
chest, it has lost all of emotion.

You–the summoner, stand distant; a
memory passing in periphery, no state
of sense or shame therein. Instead
those teeth bare, howling, wounding
wandering roams flesh out of its place.