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Private Notes
Private Notes
Notes
June 2016
I was picking blueberries
When I saw a deer
It was bloody and leaning to the side
In the middle of the field
Surrounded by berries
Walked to the deer
It allowed me to see it wounds
Vicious and red
Thick like syrup
Sharp and aggressive
Meat missing and tendons torn
Carvings deep and angry
No gun was fired
No arrow was pulled
I stroked its head and it fell
First to its legs
Then to its side
Eyes black and eternal
Saw through me
Glass and water to the sky
Breathing shallowed
Blood stopped pumping
All was still
I picked more blueberries
They’ve never tasted so sweet.
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