:: Reckless imagry of the mind is enough to chain me in the unrelenting vicive grip of my sorrow... I hear the soft crecendo of silver hooves as they plummet towards the fertile earth, leaving no scar of my passing, yet I do not feel it is I who controls the movement. My wide, pain-filled nostrils flare and contract in rapid pattern with my heaving sides.
:: I can feel the smooth transition of the day into the darkness of the night, yet cannot bring myself to stop... And cannot bring my mind to end these torturous workings. My clouded eyes see not the path I take, yet miraculously my tender body does not collide with any solid element of the forest.
:: The dark. The night. The blood. The pain. Behind my clouded vision I can still see the crimson shades... can still feel the excruciating pain... can still hear the agonizing screams.... can still taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth... still see his deep black eyes full of pain.
:: My delicate ears hear my own equine-like voice echoing through the dense forest like chimes--a short but loud trill of the pain of my silent reverie... I should stop this now, stop the memories from flowing... cut them off as I have many, many times before... Yet this time. This time they wont.
:: The painful memories do no less to stop themselves than I can help. Thundering recklessly through stinging branches, and whipping vines.... Doing my best not to stumble as is never seen by one of my race.... Blinded by the pain of my memories.....
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