Veins for Sylvia
Her love was the worst
Winter, cold, indifferent
Ice
Went for a walk
Kicked the remaining dead leaves
White and crested over
Vein maps I will follow
In my element
Cold, bitter
Dark skies brooding
Hint of something
That could bury
Something that could kill
I cross over the street
Filled with blind disdain for you
For the driver at the crosswalk
Because you and he have cut me off
Because he missed
Something about winter
Brings out the madness
Cutting across places
I don't belong
Willing to get reckless
Willing to break with someone
Willing to hang from some place
Winter divides the strong
Kills the weak
I am willing to go either way.
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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