The nightmare visits me just before dawn, like clockwork. A horrid black horse, dripping night from her mane, eyes pale moons.
Finally, I’m tired of fear. I climb onto her cold back.
She carries me into the violet morning. Once fear sheds from her pelt, she shines in the dawn.
Brooksie C. Fontaine is a coffee addict who got into college at fifteen and annoyed everyone there. She is a teaching assistant, illustrator, and MFA recipient. Her work appeared in trampset, Bending Genres, Eunoia Review, Literally Stories, Aureation, Report From Newport, Boston Accent Lit, the Things Improbable anthology, and more.
