Lightning strikes twice,
That castle’s Rut and Rot.
Rut! A moment frozen in time.
Rot! The two of you, and so much more.
Her mane flows like daggers in the rain,
pointed, sharp, endless.
The stars inside her seem so dim…
The heart inside her seems so dim.
The heart inside you, the two:
the two.
As one, as has been, as is no longer.
And your eyes, tears stuck in mid air.
A long drop to the ground,
waiting.
Waiting for that release.
Some, though, cling: Hold, Stick, Cement!
Cement to your fur,
the taste of salt in your maw.
Tears?
Or sweat?
The taste of salt in your maw.
And her eyes - locked, in this moment, with yours - see none of it.
her eyes.
It hurts to know her eyes are greyed and marbled,
that their sight is none of any worth.
That her ears are so stuffed with cotton and blood!
that she may never hear you.
Is she here with you?
…
Sister! (Destroyer!)
Searching for a world that can hold us…
Destroyer! (Sister!)
But please don’t go your own way.
…
Has she already gone?
and a hoof that once nicked the floor beneath now only hangs mid air.
Hangs mid air, right at the end of a leg raised and straightened but crooked, still, crooked.
Crooked at the sky, a warning sign.
A desperate attempt at some self defense.
It blocks nothing.
it holds no truth.
it rends in silence
then,
for a moment,
you forget that it’s your own.
The moon gloats in a pitch sky, bearing with its shine words of its own:
Some half moment, some need for change.
Some future that never happened.
Some past that no longer matters:
You are here now.
You are here now, stuck, like the oil on the canvas.
You want to hurt her.
You want to help her.
You just want an answer.
Has someone got to fall before someone goes free?