When the girl clutches his hand
He feels some of his fear ease
And promises to return
So she wishes him luck
Kisses him goodbye
And slowly turns to take her leave
***
When the corral gate opens
I feel the breath leave my body in a rush
I start running, my feet pounding against the gravel
All I hear is the sound of my rapid footfalls
And the blood that rushes through me, pulsing in my eardrums
But I know the crowd roars
Because not too long ago
I was a part of it, my body free of fear
A few moments pass
Or perhaps hours, I cannot tell which
When suddenly another sound pierces my mental silence
Gusts of breath
And falling hooves fill the wretched air-
***
When the crowd lets out another roar
The girl glances up
It's a commotion at first
Nothing makes sense
But when the flurries of dust part and settle once more-
Red paint stains the cobblestones below
YOU ARE READING
Paint Stains
PoetryThis is a poem about something that is a secret, but I am sure you can figure t out by first reading the poem and then looking at the cover! So its kind of like a riddle! I hope you enjoy it!