Join the rodeo they said.
It will be fun they said.
I put on my bangles and
pasties and stepped into the
arena. Dancing stars surrounded
my head, blinked out the night.
I didn't expect the booing and
hissing nor the mud-slinging. And
the bucking, the God-awful
bucking. Instantly stripped as
my body crumpled under
booted heels. So many hands
and fingers, belts, and barbs prodding
poking stabbing at my exposed,
tender flesh. Then the cheering
began. Shrieking gouged my ear-
drums like a dagger through a
freshly caught fish. I crawled through
the dirt, breaking my nails on
busted ribs and cages of the lost,
woebegone ivory from the past.
Dear, agony spurned my torn muscle
on, beating towards my only hope of
salvation. A rusty spur. As warmth
spread under and around me my smile
knocked out the drooling throng, stilled
their lust for blood. My freshly borne
soul spun over their heads and out
to the unknown, welcoming heavens.
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