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May 2020
I am fearfully rubbed, smeared with dark, drying black blood
The Huntress smoothly takes the arrow out
the creature, crumbled up, looks as though in sleep
The Huntress picks up, slings her over her shoulders neatly

I hate her
I cherish and mourn the blood that stains my peaceful green
I vow to mark the place where the graceful deer had lain on
But as I vow, a big set of doe-eyes peer at me through the dark gloom

My friend's only child
a young fawn
Narrator: grass
Written by
Anne Shirley-Darcy  F/USA + S. KOREA
(F/USA + S. KOREA)   
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