wild horses
By evangelina
plenty of mirrors to stage a play of figures that stand before you terror creeps into the mind of the sane as i stand beneath you licking the salt from a wounded heart as the dogs stare down at you kicking and screaming as the death escapes around you nothing will ever come into the shadows that lay in the corners of the fraying mind. you will never know the enemy that whispers to the flow of the stream. we can see the scuttle of the wild horses as they run through the plains of your graveyard you built. these shadows within you will never melt. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 06:14 PM PST 0 • 10
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"plenty of mirrors to stage a play of figures..."