LITERAL
Dead of Winter
The bitter trees raise their gnarled fists,
Triumphant, imperious. aloof.
The malicious air whispers secrets that sends
Shivers down your spine.
Everything is terse, clipped, concise -
Muffled greetings, neon lights and
The Sun.
Inside,
The charred scents of the radiator and your microwaved dinner
Congeal,
Glutinous and unsavoury.
You sustain yourself with bad poetry and electric dreams.
You are forced to remember what forever feels like -
This, only shorter.
