back and forth, back and forth.
I listen to the breath of the wind through the trees,
in and out, in and out.
This is the calm after the storm,
I can feel my heart rate slowing,
and only the soothing sound of horse shoes
alerts me that the world still spins.
So serenely they swing,
back and forth, back and forth.
I am hypnotized.
One with another,
they dance together like butterflies in spring.
I begin to relax my whitened knuckles,
for this is not a temporary relief, but an indefinite one.
I begin to smile as I watch them sway
back and forth, back and forth.
As my horse nears, I turn.
I want to forget that the world spins.
So I move the knife in my hand to his throat, too,
and then wrap the rope around the remnants of his neck.
He will dance so beautifully with the others.
And I will finally be alone.
Just me and the butterflies.