Laura Weynton - Collapse

I always dreamt of having a greyhound

long little face, tiny little nose,

Shy personality. She would be my star.

Fall into my arms little one.

Collapse into love.

I’d rescue her from the track

a shy personality at first, then it will come back

the little tail wags turn into a propeller

running from one end of the park to

the next.

Things are getting better, my star is settling

and growing into something brand new

together, we cast spells, my

little alchemist and I

turning trauma into gold. Meeting

other greyhounds went compact. Until it

came to other dogs. Ears pointed. Growl. 

Snarl. Snap. Shiver. Collapse. Oh my

little star, what’s happened? Flashback to

the tracks, collapse. She was abused,

by other dogs too, it all comes crashing back.

Forced to work until collapse.

My little star doesn’t always bounce back

soothe her, for they had used her

bashed and abused her

hush little star, you are now

safe, back at home.

Collapse into the cuddly pockets

of my bed, and in my arms.

Good night, bright shining star.