Inside The Dusk Pink Stables

A horse with brittle hooves,
Three loose shoes rattling
A long forgotten torment
On uneven concrete floors.

Inside the dusk pink stables,
All haunted neighs and groom ghosts
Shuttling in stop motion
As an aching sun disappears,

A flickering split second slideshow,
Spent black and white heartbeats
Fibrillating through the sorrow
For their kiss of history.

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