The Queen of The Dead Horse & Co.A Story by Vesa LeeI went to the Land of Woe...I walked its path...I had to know.
A tiny girl wearing a crumpled paper crown, sits humming upon a dead purple horse by the road side. Her chubby hands cup her solemn down-cast face and she does not look up as she sighs to her court... "Know something about kites and flying... ...Before you breathe your last..."
A young man lies face down on the ground, limp and tossed aside like a broken toy. One finger moves gracefully; tracing in the sandy path these words...over and over and over... "She stopped my heart with a look... ...Then left me here to die..."
An ebony tinted woman wrapped in satin ribbons, savagely hugs a rusted swing nailed to a stump. Her eyes shut tight, her arms bruised from squeezing; she chants feelingly to the moon... "I give and I give but it's never enough... ...This love reminds me of echos..."
An old bearded father stands a top a dead branch stretching overhead, reading aloud a love letter from his son. Finshing, he folds the letter into a hat and places it on his head, mumbling disapprovingly... "Silver words splattered across the dingy page... ...What hypocrisy..."
A freckled girl kneels in a patch of copper tulips, painting a mirror black with her hair. Chewing on rubber kisses and holding the blinded mirror before her face, she whispers low... "Seedlings come and die and sting... ...And meaningless angels take credit..."
A man with bleach-blond hair stands beneath a wooden bridge, a match in hand, three aces pinned to his boot. Covering his face with thick round goggles, ink drips from his mustache as the match is lit... " London bridges fell too far... ...Today I will regret..."
I have been to the Land of Woe... I know its way... Don't ever go...
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Added on July 15, 2009Last Updated on August 15, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorVesa LeeAboutI am a person. I am enthralled with reading/writing poetry and stories, as well as collecting quotes. I am captivated by beauty. I study it any chance I get. I want desperately to be loved by my S.. more..Writing
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