You are a deer, mesmerised by a car’s headlights.

You are hate, eternally burning with no release.

You are Earth’s 13th month, ignored and unloved.

You are the number 8, stuck in an endless loop.

You are the distance between love and hate, shorter than what most imagine.

You are the sea, roaring and lashing at any and all trespassers.

You are the smell of a lemon, luring the target into a bitter trap.

You are a dojo, worthless alone but many will yield a greater prize.