It Was Over

It was over.
My eyes fixated on the
Blood gushing animal,
Lying beside the slaughter knife.
As the deafening screams judder my eardrums.

Its brown silky skin, no longer recognisable.
Its big muscular body shrivelled in the wind,
For my bloodied hand has betrayed its trust.

I stare at the reflection of my large blue eyes
In the pool of blood beside the horse.
Trembling in fear,
I start to run,
Realising the smell of murder trailed me.
I run.
Run as fast as I can.