Two Bulls

by rhyejess

Road grit and blood mingled where once only blue had lived, thrown from the last bull he was to know mortality.

These are not my characters and I get nothing for this, other than appreciation.

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Two Bulls

Salt sting, me, him
Air, breath, sky
None
Quake, shake, peel, come
Come undone.

Apart. Part of the.

Grit sting, me, him
Squeeze, death, breath-less
All
None
Blood salt, burns black
Black down
Hold on
Hold on
Lean back
Weight down
Hold on
Hold on
None. Undone. Down.