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Stained

Shackled to carousel thoughts,
round and round.
But these horses are all dark
and their teeth are bared.

The music jars, a jagged melody
painting scraps of every wrong word.

Written by Atakti

Published 6th Dec 2014

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Re: Stained

LobodeSanPedro

7th Dec 2014 12:31pm

Very vivid portrait of unrest and tension ... even violence, for there is something that is inherently maniacal in the grimaces and body contortions of those damned ponies ...
And that non stop organ grinder music could be from a horror flick ...

Great metaphorical piece.