Pony Poems

by alafoel

Poem for Trixie

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.