Pack Dog Predators

While I was alone, I was turning the dials the radio buzzed like some neon dragonfly but sadly I couldn't focus my mind I couldn't find a station that spoke clearly to me not even for a while, it buzzed and buzzed and left me feeling-even-more, hollow alone. While I was alone, I flicked through the TV Channels nothing caught my fancy everything just echoed. Bounced off the ceiling, the walls and floors Repeats of repeats are lost in background noise. The sound of silence a-flown nest, vegetative- that once had happier memories in a blackthorn hedge. Entanglements of love leave you blooded. Sometimes family members are pack-dog predators. Like someone newly initiated in a hunt. they're hunting for your heart and soul, one-sided in a ceremony of the old, retold, and retold only now it's your turn, and it's getting awfully -cold.