Manipulators


 

 

The Stallion is wild.

His Filly is gone

their black and white world,

gray.

 

The Filly

escaped

galloped into the dawn

is not coming back.

 

The Stallion

rears jumps

spits

at the empty stall.

 

The Stallion

neighs day into the night

continues until his spirit

quashes it’s own refrain.

 

The Stallion cannot be alone.

 

The new Mare

a beauty

trusts the Stallion

completely.

 

The Stallion relaxes.

 

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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