A Dark Wind Blows

I dreamt the Earth was dying and I took off on my horse alone to make footprints from New York back to my home in Virginia. I became lost in a dark forest. I was frightened and without direction, but had comfort and company in my animal. But when I got my bearings, my horse fell ill and died painfully. Its enormous head slumped on my knee, and I wept with its body for days. I never made it home.

Dead Flag Blues

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Sara Blake [Hello ZSO]
New York, NY
www.hellozso.com