Against the stark white layer of snowfall
I see bright orange bits of flesh.
Shrapnel of an insane man.
Words fall freely from the mouth of madness…
Words on paper
Wet and wrinkled…
Bleeding all over my head
And my arms
And the back of my neck.
I know right now there is a regret to be had here.
I breathe deep the fragrance of regret.
Encircling me now.