The Stallion is wild.

His Filly is gone

their black and white world,

gone gray.


The Filly is not coming back.


The Stallion

spits at the empty stall.


The Stallion


until his spirit

quashes its own refrain.


The Stallion cannot be alone.


The new Mare

trusts the Stallion



The Stallion relaxes for a bit.


Unworldly Mare

fooled into a golden stall,

try to remember your life outside

a healthy life, beyond Machiavellian black and blue.


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