seasons

 

Leaves strewn on bone-dust, fingerprints

surrounding the scene of the crime.

To say there had been a struggle

would be a gross overstatement.

Death came swift, that was much certain:

straight to the jugular.

 

Thus autumn gave way to winter.

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