winter wonder(land)

she stabbed
again and again
with the blade
made of ice
so in the end
there was no trace
of the means
to this end

just another puddle
of red
diluted down
to a sheet of black ice
on the highway
of lonesome travelers
searching for home
on a dead end lane

she wanders
with blue fingers
crimson sprays
like tye dye
dreaming
of the one
that got in
the way

humming
christmas carols
while swaying along
to a band
only she can hear
to drown out
the cries
etched in her mind

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