Skinner8 
Originally Posted by Elin
It wants to, but it can't hold a razor blade in its hooves. O! What a tortured life, full of darkness. Shadows gathering around the place in the stable where she used to lie, flitting mockingly about him, taunting, teasing. Reminding him that he now finds himself living without her. No one can possibly understand his pain, the bitterness that hangs upon every piece of hay that burns like ash as it touches his tongue, and...
