HAD: nobody knows what a horse look like.

 

Nobody knows what a horse looks like.

It's a simple trick, really. I say this out loud, then
sit back and watch the horse drawings roll in.
When I die, they'll find them all gathered in a box
beneath my bed. Beautiful, monstrous, not-horse
looking things I called into existence. Now you tell
me who I ought to believe in.

 

originally published in HAD, July 2021 | Best of the Net Nominee, 2022

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