a walk

a walk
perhaps
a wander
to squeeze out the angst
to press with words
the disease
the dis-ease
so as to leave dark drops
like black blood
on the sidewalk behind
it is a letting of sorts
cold healing for a hot heart
with a bitter trail to follow
to be found
in the fresh white snow
as the fresh white snow

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