Manipulators


 

 

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

bucks

until his spirit

quashes its own refrain.

 

The Stallion cannot be alone.

 

The new Mare

trusts the Stallion

completely.

 

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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