cold.. Black darkness
A shrouded demon
appears on a floating cloud
on my parents front lawn.
A white horse with no head
standing there, behind me, stomping
its feet. whisking its tail fervently
speaks to me, not with words, but to my mind, and says that I will have the power if i let them take my hair.
The horse holds my body to the drenched cold ground as the shrouded demon starts chopping off my hair.
get up, go inside. i have no hair. and no power. AT All. the demon
never existed. the horse
was never there. but my hair
, is gone.
I woke up and realized strange things about men and life.
i was so alone.