Last Night I Had A Dream

I stare down into shiny black eyes

I feel a sense of festered melancholy

I stroke the cool, dirty white fur

A pitiful sight I should recoil from

What was once alive is now decayed

As if my touch had shocked it

Life springs back into the carcass

Now-wide eyes loll to and fro

The necrotic equine heaves up

Wide and flat mouth-pearls tug at my coat

The rickety carcass beckons me to follow it

It's cold outside; I wear no shoes or socks

Languid plains and moldy forests

They sit in silent anticipation