K E L SEY M I TCHE L L
For Whatever Reason
I walked steadily behind you,
Though, I fear it was more of a saunter,
more of a bemused stroll,
lost in a winter’s wood.
And for whatever reason,
I halted.
Branches struck my firm face,
tearing at my flesh like vicious wolves
as I stumbled upon your soul.
Snow rushed into piles,
some mountainous and others a prairie,
around my broken, dismounted body,
covered me in powder.
Asphyxiating.
And then I was gone,
for whatever reason.
--Rachel Gumbrecht
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