Jordan Dashiell

Deer in the Headlights

It’s dark, and it’s damp Blind fingers on a lamp Four eyes that rise from the floor But it’s not like before

Pupils dilating Such a troubling scene Leave with a velvet box and the keys; All i need is to breathe

Its dark, and its cold I miss being so bold Now I’m miles away On the side of the road

A semi passing by Sidesteps a deer in the headlights Too nervous to hide I can’t help but sympathize

It’s dark, and it’s late Am i a coward to wait? Don’t wanna turn the keys Unless I’m fleeing the state

A car not too far Almost hits a skittish cat Playing with the ring I can’t help but feel like that