I’ve been running down
this snow covered road
For fourteen miles
with arrow heads
pierced through
the bridges of both feet.
Extremities turning blue to black
I can’t turn back now, face it.
Twelve inches overnight
they said,
We reap what we sew
they said.
A whisper ran beside me
Running off
the road - to the woods
I followed -
until our bootprints
reached the lake
Frozen almost to the center
I laid down. Made snow angels.
Looked up at old light
dancing behind the trees.
I hope the ice cracks reach me,
before the rest of them do.
Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 1:40 AM UTC
I’ve been running down
this snow covered road
For fourteen miles
with arrow heads
pierced through
the bridges of both feet.
Extremities turning blue to black
I can’t turn back now, face it.
Twelve inches overnight
they said,
We reap what we sew
they said.
A whisper ran beside me
Running off
the road - to the woods
I followed -
until our bootprints
reached the lake
Frozen almost to the center
I laid down. Made snow angels.
Looked up at old light
dancing behind the trees.
I hope the ice cracks reach me,
before the rest of them do.
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