in the storm there was no way they could catch me.
i’d had too much practice.
i pulled the branches as i ran through the dark
and when they snapped, each and every one
caught a vulture in the face.
i didn’t really know where they’d come from,
maybe they traveled with the snow itself.
i didn’t really know if vultures traveled with blizzards,
i didn’t know
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