Lies of the Metal Beast

March 29, 2019

I remember the sixth grade

that was the first time I grasped the reins of the metal horse

I remember barrel racing at my friend's house

Her grandma thought that I could handle the beast

I couldn't

The beast was stronger than me and pulled against its halters

It was rigged from the start

I was never meant to succeed

As the Metal beast's body overturned on me

I felt the pain of betrayal

It burned my thigh as it did to my mind

I would never forget the lies the metal beast whispered in steam

My hitched breathe whispers the same lies

"You can't control me," the whispers recall

My knuckles turn white from the grip I have on the rein

My heart is racing like the purr of her throat

I whip her and we take off

I hear the galloping of her hooves on the domesticated soil of the road

She keeps going but I want her to stop

I need her to stop

I pull on her restraints and she slides to a stop

I dismount off of her and put my hands on my head

This was the first time I had ever ridden since the accident

I have to try again

I remount her and whip her again

If I stop now I'll never be able to conquer the beast that once conquered me

My hands grow loose around her restraints

But I won't let her lead

She pulls away from me but I tug back

She slows down but I keep her fast

I've done it

I've mastered the metal beast of lies.

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