On The Unspoken Truth

The dead horse follows me sometimes.

I'm turning over a dead horse in my mind. The horse has two eyes and one mouth. I'm not sure I could say the words aloud, since I never can with the things I really believe. Something about the truth dampens my ability to muster it.

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