you walk home
it’s late
the snow falls
as thick as your dreams
when suddenly you think
you’re lost and the wood
nearby is strangely
far from home
the bright lights flash
patterns on the snow
like christmas lights
in the village square
the sheriff interrupts you
to say no that yes it is
a normal amount of blood
for a woman that size
you laugh at the absurdity
of dying so close to your home
what was the point of leaving
when you had nowhere to go
(October 12, 2020)
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