371 – Camouflage
A perfect mimic
Always lying low.
A discreet shadow
Melding with the wall.
A silent nothing
Hidden in the corner.
A piece of driftwood
Going with the flow.
A perfect grey existence
Living in the safe zone.
Broken,
Shattered,
Scattered,
With a single blow.
A life not lived,
Turned feral.
A single low growl
Is all you hear
Before it goes
For your throat.
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