Snaring

While delaying gratification,
you stripped-down
to bones.

It was winter solstice,
when day and night confronted
each other?

in negativity. Tracking
the frozen footprints, my absence
was generic.

I dread the barrenness?
of looks, the unwritten wounds
seeking the healer.

The avalanche falling
rapidly on the streets, with placards
demanding the gallows?

for the tainted. The
victim lies still. Ashes fly
back at the purebreds.