You Are Bleeding My Dear

She ran through the dampness & darkness, seeking her breath in the fog and hallowed light.

The horses stopped the brigade at the fence to finish the fight.

She wondered why they called it an army when it was her alone.

Swinging her head from side to side, she realized it was her mistakes that she hadn’t yet owned.

He had her on her knees and withdrew her arms one by one.

“You are bleeding my dear, there are jewels running down your arms and they’re as bright as the sun.”


3 Comments Add yours

  1. I very much love this photo imagery of the three horses in the rain…there is something so endearing about it…warm regards…Karen

    1. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

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