Peculiar Brush With Death
On the opposite side of the creek,
he saw the woman,
naked,
but standing tall and proud.
He had a clear view of the vision,
a ghost in his mind,
a naked woman in his sights,
and a peculiar brush with death.
The distance looked like a mirage,
unknown to his brain patterns,
he fell to his knees,
realizing he didn’t survive
that strange
peculiar brush with death.
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