find the twist

it doesn't flow from ease 
rather the words leaking 
out from the pinch point 
where the confusion meets 
the pain, a combination 
may offer the sensible 
solution a walk 
down the plank 
embracing the snowed 
out road, facing the 
face with the smirk 
and the cooler of the 
shoulders, send me in 
to kick me out 
while these bruises 
heal into words