The Horseman down under

A Poem by Corset

...did he intend to desensitize her?

in the way he would a horse?

to flog and flog gently with words that would rip
the outer layers of her soul, still so scarred
till she would give up,
give in,
follow in dazed submission?

Or run?

Listen to the call of wind,
the call of her longing
the call to run,
to fight or flight.

First bitten he was as a halogram;
sharp outlines and see through
as he has forever watched;
clucked, opened his outstretched hand
in attempt to move her feet
in the direction of his choosing.

He seduced with his shoulders
at 45 degrees and
drifting ever closer
only to snap his wrist
then back away
a gentle scratch of crown
to awaken
the reward...
if she follows.

loyalty and friendship
love and leadership
is born this way
commanding air
without question,
establishing the dominance
that all gentle creatures crave,
someone to lead...

but the Horseman doesn't want
to lead.

He wants to whistle and ride.

© 2019 Corset

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Relic

The other day I was walking out of the post office. A man was berating his wife and treating her like junk. I waited for her to yell back but she never did. I remember thinking this woman would probably never leave a guy like this.

More than likely, she was in that dazed submission. I like your metaphor a lot. Some men can condition their mates as they would a horse.

Posted 5 Years Ago

5 Years Ago

mm more than likely she was trying to decide arsenic or cyanide, you got watch out for the quiet one.. read more

jacob erin-cilberto

and the "she" becomes immune to the verbal and/or physical pain, and begins to expect it, feel she deserves it. A tragic dichotomy to be sure.
No one should ever be desensitized or be made to follow by being treated as less than human.
powerful allegory here, Corset.
j.