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31/08 : Wrangler Jane and Jack the Ripper
There are a multitude of angry words corralled behind her tongue. They wait anxiously to stampede into the oblivious ears of the unforgiving/unforgiven Ripper.
He doesn't suspect that his lasso of lies and anger would harness responsibility for his neglect.
She becomes unbridled in her disgust.
She halts without warning, veering suddenly towards truth.
Although she relishes her saddle, for it's beautifully intricate in design,
she bucks against the reason it was placed on her back.
He is negligent to the pain of the branding iron with which he sears her flesh.
He believes he is bigger, better, stronger than she.
She is faster, smarter, and more adept to the environmental changes he affords.
She is her own shelter, while he is oppressed in the presence of his own hearth.
He is entranced by the campfire of hatred.
He is unaware of her riding away, beautiful saddle worn proudly,
into the daybreak of freedom.
