Afterthought

a creature born, dine to deal

a creature dies, born to breathe

in the afterlife, it stains the curtains

with every strike, knuckles worn

a creature cut anymore

a creature shocks, caught to catch

a creature falls, lives to lie

a creature follows, born to die.

a creature signs, wrecked a way

a creature struggles, eyes open

stuck against the windshield,

with repeated strikes,

with creature against creature.

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