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.
The
demon 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.