Found Carapace
The darkness burnning in him,
It obsured his vision,
Disorienting him.
Ignited safety,
The imprint faded away
(Like) soft swishes of snow.
Was he imagining that nobody ran out at him?
The cracked black surface glittering;
It reflected his disoriented shadow,
His thick misty gray carapace (known).
He dropped lying at the bottom of hte forest pool.
Barely breathing,
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