The Story of X

Peering into the eye of a horse and seeing, inside, an ancient sea clutching at stony shores.

Hearing from locked rooms the prayers of strangers.

Blood on the walls and blue drugs burning inside your veins.

Feeling the days sifting through your fingers like sharp pebbles scratched from the desert floor.

Your old life collapses around you.

Now you run. 

You take a woman with low morals.  She says little, but rides you at night. 

One day you find a place where the sun has turned the hillsides to gold.  There, you take the woman in full daylight.  She tells you she wants land and horses.

Now you run.

--Mitchell Hegman