Black Snow
My skin cringes away like a whipped dog
When I hear your footsteps in the snow behind me
Tonight, the snow has turned black.
So much promise, so little fulfillment
I’m drowning what we were
So far from the banks of all that could have been
Tonight, there are no stars.
The engine wouldn’t start
No matter how I turned the key
Because you purposely flooded it
Tonight, I turn to face you
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