Clashes

He didn't like it,
When I whacked his whithers.
He terminated me within seconds.
I closed my eyes and let go.
The sun beat down,
As it formed a silhouhette of a horse running free.
Pain all over.
Numb nose.
Aching back.
Dirty pants.
My blood like a rushing river,
My legs ready to give way,
My horse like a wild electric bull.