Mists of icy salt blur my
vision, dark pixels emerging from
unbridled depths. A glitch.
Blink, and now thick smoke
undulates from broad muscle,
towering shadows cast over my
blood-drained complexion. A blip…
hind legs seem to jitter, sensing
either seismic catastrophe or
the mortal buzz of voltage.
A hallucination, surely?
An enigma of sketches adorn the
sand beneath charcoal hooves,
tentative with the disbelief of
my presence, or rather,
of its own trust. Vein-like,
crystallised salt spirals
and soothingly sinks into
jagged edges of ebony coat.
Peer into globes, glistening with
timid tears of soul, and mine too
begins to melt onto trembling palms
as I reach out to touch its blaze.
To touch truth.