She

She dreamt of falling. Did falling be the way she expected? She pondered, time and time again, about the feeling. She wanted to prepare herself for the numbing impact of being impaled against the hard, cold rubble. the one friend that keeps you up, hugs you so close that the magnetic attraction pulls at your organs and yearns to taste blood. The one friend who asks for something in return after supporting you for so long. Friends and people all around, making us who we are and instilling emotions. As we're all empathic, we sense, steal and instill feelings. She tried to keep herself guarded but the guards fell asleep on duty. She forgot the thicker the wall the louder the quake. She didn't crumble so she cried instead. Confused. Does she need to not know what must become of her life? Spontaneity. Ignorance. Should it be welcomed with open arms? Will she drown in a spiraling guise?

Have you seen the horse? The man engulfs her entirety in lewd mannerisms; love is tossed out of visual perception. The horse cries, the man cheats her. 'You're no Equus, my dear, be humble.' He says in his sadistic, soothing voice. She cries again. Cupid takes pity and gives her love in something out of her vision but present in her heart, in her being. Before her death, the mother, she prays to the skies hoping to guard her love. Lightning struck to her death, but also to invite life and there was the babe, sworn to be protected till the end of eternity. The foal neighs. Swearing never to fall. But desperately wanting to.