Poem: Stripes

What happened?
Did your mask slip?
Now your stripes
And the road stripes
Are all mixed
Blood spill
I whizzed on by
I didn’t stop then
But it’s not forgotten
I said a small prayer
I frowned a small frown
Raccoon down

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