Walk,

walk your own way.
There's snow again and it's beautiful.
I have golden glitter around my eyes and pink sparkle around my right hand
blue around my eyes and my fingers end in bright red.
I am a zebra today. Or a snowtiger.

And
you
already
know
how
this
will
end
How it ends DeVotchKa

But as it is, I don't know. It makes me a bit tear-eyed to think that this has ended right here and that this is how I know it ends and will end and has ended,
but I haven't been told it's ended. I haven't been told it's over. I've been asked for time and distance and that's what I give - I don't know what will come
so what comes next is
what...
What?
Brains?
No, zombie I didn't become after all. Yet.

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