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fratricide

neatly drove my fist through a deer carcass: felt the hide give, scarred my wrist on a jagged rib, vomited. woke amid headlights and sirens wailing, coughed up gauze and guardrail. not a soul, in my core nor the gathered scene; the flashing night eerily silent. lately it feels like my seams defy me.