Jay C.S

Ode to audacity,

the task of tenacity.

Hide the mind in a hollow daze.

Overthought formations

sever intellect’s creations...

An empty head seeking to amaze.

Such a shallow hue

from a friendly aura.

Such a sight—you ungodly horror.

Lean in closer; whisper, whisper...

Hear this clue:

Feign a sentence,

Mix in a dictionary or two.

Speak unheard intellect,

spray word-spew.

Shout fancy things—

Who'd doubt you?

Add “auspicious” and “blasphemy,” too.

Big words equate smarts;

big brain on you.

Hide a meaningless phrase

in a meaningful fart.

That’s all it takes

The loud bang shatters my leg.

The red empties through my fur.

Snow stains red behind my hoof;

a bipedal monster hunts with my red.

The white dots fall from above,

joining their friends to mix with my red...

The bipedal monster steps on its friends.

I ignore the hurt behind me,

attempting a gallop—I pray to flee.

The bipedal cheater with the brown bangstick,

the monster wears a reflective sun,

His weird shaped hooves keep stepping on my red.

I stop.

Exhale.

This won’t work—

the red leaves me more the more I gallop.

The more red lost, the more I lose.

I rest my body

on the cold, cloud-covered grass

and lie on my side until red covers my eyes.

The footsteps come closer.

The bangstick clicks—

I hold no air in my lungs.

The monster presses the stick to my red.

I play dead.

The stick drops...

The boots walk in front of my eyes, stained red.

My heart races—

I rise through my red.

Heart pierced—

my antler enters the bipedal monster.

His eyes confused-

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