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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