Day: Dec 13, 2020

Let’s follow the blood splattered in the glistening snow,

Let’s take the path neither of us ever wanted to go.

The branches shuffle over our heads like playing cards,

The claws of the cold are sharp, they’re pointier than darts.

But the path has no ending and we can’t catch a break.

The air leaving our lungs freezes the nearby lake.

Might as well be an underwater scene or the desert –

We ignore the view when the truth is unpleasant.

The roads will take us home, treat the open wounds,

Get us to the finish line before the bloodhounds

And keep our numb hands clear of all the past misdeeds.

One more step and they will let us live

As long as we bleed.