treading blood-soaked carpet
her murdered mother
© Rachel Green July 2026
Pale Rider
through fuliginous streets he plots
one hoof, then the next;
it matters not when he gets there
for always his arrival is at the end
when hope has faded and blood
stains the rumpled sheets,
piss and shit attracting flies
who always know that death approaches
before the angels even care.
once, she dreamed of lofty towers
but seems fate had other destinies.
© Rachel Green July 2026
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