poetry

walk

I took a walk alone in the cold

Night Vale in my head and vaporous

Smoke on my lips. I took a walk, trailing

My scarf and foggy rings as I went.

I took a walk, signals coming in at my side and

Ducking into stairwells meeting uncharacteristic

Spiders.

I took a walk

And the empty, cracking tennis court

reminded me of who I was.

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