Crippled Horses

Push my fingers past her ear
watch them disappear
into her brown hair
I wish the rest of me could go with them

Her bedroom is quiet
but my heart screams
a horrifying sound
Like a hundred crippled horses
lying crumpled on the ground
begging for a rifle
to come and put them down



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Hull, J R Hayes, Brian Harvey
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