Fawn
A quiet walk
In the night
A chance encounter
Of a spotted deer.
A screech of tires,
A creaking of metal,
A splintering of glass.
Warm crimson spatters
Across my face.
A spring dribbles
Slowly down my chin.
Random with a cynical twist of lime.
A quiet walk
In the night
A chance encounter
Of a spotted deer.
A screech of tires,
A creaking of metal,
A splintering of glass.
Warm crimson spatters
Across my face.
A spring dribbles
Slowly down my chin.
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