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This was excellent! From what I got from this piece in the beginning it seemed to be about a mother who did not know how to raise a child. Which to me was her asking the question
"how do you teach dogs to swim?"
It then seemed like in her drunken haze she just kicked her out into the cruel world to fend for herself. Which made sense of these lines.
"Throw the pup in the water and let it rely on instinctual nature"
Although the family seemed to be well off which was described by
"A house fit for Gates with a fake grotto and stream"
It seemed her mom tried to teach her but she became frustrated with her pup which to me was described in these lines, which also identified the dog as the child as well.
"holding the whelp in a worried position.
Hands under the shoulders while the bitch is squirming and kicking
- but it was as useful as training courier pigeons.
Swift as Flash, with a splash, she was on the verge of perdition
when she hit the water and yelped as she nervously shifted...
Every muscle of mine surged and it stiffened. Her fur and her whiskers
drooped low and made her furious intent soon known."
The next part seems to describe the child or puppy drowning.
"The blue hues sewn as waves of her permanent distress.
Words were nothingness: the image was sequestered in topics.
My mom snapped me out of the picture with her breath full of toxins
when she decided to switch metaphors due to feminine logic -"
I seen the next part as her mother trying to breath life into her in more then one way
"My mom snapped me out of the picture with her breath full of toxins
when she decided to switch metaphors due to feminine logic -
"We're just birds migrating through life - so head for the tropics
and keep your feathers exotic."
The advice seemed semi-psychotic. I'd readily drop it
but she was there pensively watching."
This seems to describe confusion and being torn down to be built back up so that the mother pup can face the world alone to me.
"I'm focused on atonement and growing when every moment is life changing.
Infuriated by the words related in a scolding that I'm taking.
Frozen alive - folding my pride while exploding with vile statements
in retaliation.
Dreams crash and break when going the mile changes
to a slowly declined stasis that opens the mind matrix
and festers questions like 'where is home when we're migrating.'"
In the next part it seems to describe the child retaliating against everything she had learned or had been taught, angry and depressed about the situation, but still prideful of who she is.
"She wants none of it. Her examples are of limitless freedom.
She doesn't see experience as something that's built up or beefed up.
I'm literally stuck - weighed down by the bulge in my throat -
and from the neck up I'm waiting for a gun to explode.
Rifles and violence aren't for hunting for homes
so I'm stuck praying for prey with nothing but stones.
She's got scruff in her tone from disesteem and disdain.
A quiver in her lip as she said "I haven't lived my dreams to this day
but I'm fit to leave and live great once you fix your means to get paid."
In the next part it seems to describe her transitioning from feeling pity for herself to realizing her new owned strengths and how much her mother really did care.
"The words echoed physically - creating an itch that feels like mistakes.
The filth I've gleaned from risks made a dent in behaviors -
Standoffish, but I stand honest in front of these detrimental relations.
Her voice feels like its devoid of might and begging for favors
but her mannerisms land near livid and feel steadily stranger.
Gently, unangered, her words struck a fervent nerve when saying
"I've fed you more closely than a bird regurgitating.""
The final part seems to show the daughters stubbornness, in which her mother put in her. While the daughter believed that it didn't have to be the way it was. but still her mother replying to grow balls and try, telling her daughter to take risks, telling her she would no longer help her.
"I've led us to love and humility but you led the flock to crumble;
If feathers were balls you could stand to drop a couple.
It's time I popped your bubble." That got my thoughts to fumble.
My jowls flared as she let out a pule she forgot to muffle.
"You've got to jump off cliffs," she blurted passed her breath,
"and build your wings on the way down."
So I turned my back and left.


This was truly amazing! I very much enjoyed this story and have read it several times. I don't even have the words to describe how brilliant this was. Thanks for sharing this!