A fawn feels
His breath on her neck

The headlights flash

Her legs are thin
Shivering in the breeze
He holds them tight
Wish he would let go

Her back is soft
Covered in white spots
He caresses it
Wish he would stop it

The dark oaks
Silent giants
Rise high above her head
Watching, never saving

The headlights flash

She should escape
Before it escalates
But if she runs
He might shoot

Is the gun to her head,
or his?

The headlights flash
Waiting for her to do something
Anything at this point.

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