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Horse
The days grew long and my patience turned thin. The milk was long sour. I hadn't checked the date, time or news in sometime. Still, as a dog knows when it's time for a walk, I too knew. For the sake of security I kept my secret thought dry and out with the gossiping nib of my pen. Perhaps you know.
Time ticked and the dead horse was flogged. Lashes obvious and weeping, no crime but cruelty perhaps. Confusion, stubbornness and love were a terribly potent mix, confounding any sense beyond recognition. Still, I was no virgin to such. Rather, my tongue remembered many of the ingredients, painting memories from a forgotten past.
Time ticked and the dead horse was flogged. Lashes obvious and weeping, no crime but cruelty perhaps. Confusion, stubbornness and love were a terribly potent mix, confounding any sense beyond recognition. Still, I was no virgin to such. Rather, my tongue remembered many of the ingredients, painting memories from a forgotten past.
Published 21st Jun 2015
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- Edited 21st Jun 2015 4:56pm
21st Jun 2015 4:55pm
this has a lovely [almost] rambling quality that sometimes comes with reflection...
"The milk was long sour. I
hadn't checked the date, time or news in sometime. Still, as a dog knows when it's time for a walk, I too knew."
^^^^^^
... absolutely adored that. it's a fine reflection of state of mind vs priority [&] necessity
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the second half holds some strong but rather disquieting visuals...
"Time ticked and the dead horse was flogged. Lashes obvious and weeping, no crime but cruelty perhaps"
... goodness that is something else really, no [?]
really quite a remarkable image of gratuitous sadism be it verbal, emotional or physical. or even, self-inflicted during deep introspection
*
i appreciate how you've left this a little open ended
welcome to du
~ katja
"The milk was long sour. I
hadn't checked the date, time or news in sometime. Still, as a dog knows when it's time for a walk, I too knew."
^^^^^^
... absolutely adored that. it's a fine reflection of state of mind vs priority [&] necessity
*
the second half holds some strong but rather disquieting visuals...
"Time ticked and the dead horse was flogged. Lashes obvious and weeping, no crime but cruelty perhaps"
... goodness that is something else really, no [?]
really quite a remarkable image of gratuitous sadism be it verbal, emotional or physical. or even, self-inflicted during deep introspection
*
i appreciate how you've left this a little open ended
welcome to du
~ katja
