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It’s easy to live through,

But hard to bury-

Something akin to a long drive

Down a darkened road,

Slits of rain in front of the window

Ignited like fireflies by the glare

Of the headlights. The moments of

Silence that fill the car at 3am

With those life-altering thoughts

Which can’t be forgotten or

Erased. The squeal of tires,

Burned rubber and torn flesh,

Brown fur clinging to plastic

And metal, like a surgical scene

With the doctor washing his hands-

All is done and nothing saved.

The animal is in the middle of

The street, life already gone

And there’s nothing you can do

About it.

It’s the only thing you can’t prepare

For - this life we live, it surprises you,

Like that deer on the rainy car ride or

The argument you had with your mother

Before you left her house to venture out

Onto that long and treacherous road,

Where you would collide with flesh and

Reality, realizing that the world can’t save you

When you are barreling down snaking

Lanes and that deer steps in front of you.

Brake.

But, it didn’t matter.

It’s always too late.