• Published 23rd Mar 2024
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found object - alafoel



A collection of poems about ponies, rocks and humans who used to be ponies.

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Equestria Girls (magic)

I ball my hoof
my hand
into a fist.
Squeeze.
Open
and
Close.
Veins web,
muscles welt.
it’s disgusting
isn’t it?

I hate it so much.
To see that flesh writhe.
Open
and
Close.
Is this me?
It couldn’t be.
Those wrinkles…
Folds of flesh and skin,
storm about those knuckles.
Bones.
Flesh.
No fur.

Open

and

Close.

And the mirror.
The mirror!
This is me.
This is who I am.
This is disgusting.
A horrid visage wrapped taut on degenerate skull.
I Squeak and Shuffle
Mouth
and
Jaw
into place, out of place.
It moves back.
In the mirror, it moves as it should.
But why should it?

This isn’t me.

I hate myself.

I want to go home.

I want my body back.

Open

and

Close.

Mouth

and

Jaw.

I forgot what it was like to…