Oncoming Tunnels

headlights shine like
little monster’s
Autumn eyes
lit by silver moon’s
unspoken-to-the-brim

revenge.

On womankind
he can smell them
in the blood soaked soils
in the bark of the oaks
and hears her

notes.

When they fall
like so many
words never

said.

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