Glinting slashes of white bone,
Velvet dark of the unknown.
An agile pounce, a booming roar,
Blood seeps into the undergrowth.
Blood-soaked earth
the ichor of life
Apollo’s wrath, muffled by storm.
A shadow dispersed,
A silence born.
Random drabbles, heartfelt rambles, and the occasional splash of chaos from a teen with too many thoughts and not enough time.
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