Chance
Cherry red rivulets trickled from her crown
pooling momentarily in her orbit,
flowing over visage pale as Maiko mask,
slowly forming cocktail with the falling snow.
A lonely heartbeat slowly ebbs to nothing.
Death throes of her Lambretta pierce the silence.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
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