This is purely a metaphor about an over-explored topic and is in no way a reference to physical violence. Blog post here:  http://www.fimfiction.net/blog/547576/fic-recs-october-9th-would-it-matter-if-i-beat-this-dead-horse-edition

Original work of fiction here:  http://www.fimfiction.net/story/289205/would-it-matter-if-i-was

Would it matter if I beat this dead horse?
Would it rise up and chew on the bridle of insanity for me one last time?
Will I toss my brand into the firey coals to join those already glowing brightly?
Am I as bereft of sense as those who plied the flesh ungently before me?

Do I dare to call its name as I apply the whip?
Would the sinewy tedrils reach around the leg of the creature to ensnare and sting me as well?

Tossed yet again into the eternal dark void within my soul,
Will I find companionship in the screams of my reluctant equine companion?
How long is each torturous moment in the mind of the prey at my feet?

In the end it is not the horse which matters is it?
Is it not the soul of he who applies the whip?


The others turn away.
The  horse answers not.
Its eyes mirror my own.
I steady the whip in my hand.
I raise my arm.
The universe cries "Wait!"
The horse grins wickedly.
In an instant I know the terror which awaits me.