Highway Drive
A long, slow pull on some weed…..
then a few more….
then i saw it
first a leg where the road should be
then another
then a horse with nothing where its hind legs should be
still alive and screaming
sweating and writhing
dying
but not quickly enough
the tormented soul of this tortured beast
collided with mine
i had no choice
i had to vomit
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