cowgirl

cowgirl lies on the ground,

dirt resting in her mouth.

her eyes sting and her back aches,

and vibrant red blood drips from her nose

and sticks to the sand.

her cowgirl hat floats into the distance,

the wind cruelly pushing it along.

the desert stretches on infinitely,

her vintage ranch painstakingly far away.

how is she supposed to get back on the horse if it isn’t there?