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// Poem for Trixie 
// Story: Pony Poems 
// by alafoel 
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Standing,

in an empty room.


the crowd



wandered



and




d r i p p e d




a





way.


The blood you gave.

Sun, now.


In little spatters on the floor.


Shining sun.

Watching it seep…

Onto the planks.


Into the planks.


Setting, now.

A gash torn open.

Orange beams illuminate…


Let it bleed!


Little spatters on the floor.

Let it bleed.


invisible


once


more


Blood.

to fire the horn.


to cast the spell.


to make them see.

to give them heart.

to feed the mass.


to get more blood.


to fire the horn.

to cast the spell.

to make them see.


to give them heart.


to feed the mass.

to 

get 


more

blood.

horn.


spell.


see.

heart.

feed.


Blood.



A cabin, alone.

A place not home.

The mirror that serves.

A face not hers.

No crowd to watch.

No heart to beat.

No thought to save.

No one to be.




i exist as observed


therefore


every moment


i


am


alone


is a moment


i


am


dead.


That empty room.

That stage, that grave.

A place to rest.

A place of rest.


A place to be seen.




The sun has set.