I wrote this, inspired I think by Caleb's last. It's more of a memory revived than a snap. Comments welcome as ever.
Tina
Wildcat
So fucking rare it bore a tag, a marker
of some sort. Didn't care to ask (at the time)
even when he spoke of how he held it
in his arms - felt the weight of it.
cracks in his voice.
upon the snow
he'd took the bend to fast
too slow upon the brake
berate. berate.
and then that 'Stupid Bitch' had wept
screamed of how 'The English' were
'All Pigs' and how this creature's death
symbolised Republique francaise; all things French.
It was all he could do not to hit her.
'Stupid Bitch' he said again
in hard, slow English
barely a breath
of course, he never could be arsed to try another way.
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