the horse never
throws you, no,
she insists, it's
your fault for
falling off. she
says this from
her hospital bed
where she has
just awakened from
a three day a coma
after hitting
the brick wall
where she rode in
circles her mare.
the white helmet
she was wearing
sits on the bed.
dented and scratched,
bloodied. something
spooked her, she
says. poor baby.
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