The Lesser of Two Fates

Its white.

All white and blue. Deep blue sand, mixing with grey snow.

Snow that falls from cloudy skies. Clouds so deep,

so blue they are almost black.

 

There are horses there.

On the beach. Thats what it is,

a beach. A beach with salty air and clear oceans.

Oceans so clear you can see all the way through.

Like glass.

 

Waves of shining glass,

crashing on the beach's edge, leaving tiny shards behind.

Like sugar.

Like salt.

 

There's no one here.

 

No one but me, and the horses.

White horses.

Colourless horses, with dark eyes.

 

Their not afraid. Not of me.

Not the ocean.

 

They wade through it, through the body of crystals,

coming out clean.

Coming out changed. Coming out new.

 

As they leave the water their dark eyes seem lighter.

Clearer. As if

they were seeing a whole world beyond the one I was in.

A Safer place. A peaceful one.

 

Its snowing now.

There's a powdering of flakes everywhere.

On the sand, on the horses.

On me. Making me feel cold.

Alone.

 

I want to enter the water.

As the horses did,

so that i could see what they have seen. See what they see.

 

But alas.

I cannot, for I made many mistakes before I came here.

To this place we are all taken to one day.

So that we might see clearly.

 

But alas.

I did find a way to come here on my own. And now,

as fate should have,

I cannot enter the water.

 

But instead I must watch over the dark beach.

Hanging forever over deep blue sand.

Hanging,

by my neck.