Malachite - Division Day

In troweling sand and pulling brick apart

My shovel found a dark green horse

Fashioned from malachite

I took him home and found him a stall

Next to my old granddad

I listened to him breathe

All night long

The morning brought nothing but confusion

My skin had changed to velvet down

The color of conifers and shimmering

He’d stolen away, made off with my old granddad

I stared into the mirror

All night long