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The ride wasn’t long;

my legs were too short to reach the stirrups —

I thought you might catch me if I lost

my balance.


But you dropped me


before I could look


at the miniature version

of your brick


through a window too unclean to


out of it.


Coke bottle’s

like a rocket

when it hits the cement —

No embrace.

My face wet with


sizzle shame.

And I wonder if it’s true,

if it’s made of acid, then I’d

surely dissolve

in under thirty seconds.


They say, you should just get back up,

and I did.

Though I can’t help

but think about

how at least my legs reach the stirrups now,


I prefer my feet floating in the air.


If you see me on the ground,

could you pick me


and tell me you are sorry?


Your words are a remedy for all types of



Author: lauren

author of // key + arrow // a life + style blog aiming to inspire readers to make the most of what they have today without compromising quality or settling for less than desired {all the while convincing herself} // {austin, tx}

5 thoughts on “Stirrups.

  1. that’s fabulous written, I read it twice, that’s like candy for our brain somehow :o) oh and I had the same problem with the stirrups, so my grampy said: ride bareback… 50 minutes later we left the ER ( nothing was broken or seriously damaged) and we shared a secret LOL

  2. Love the picture! !!♡

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