Keep Your Coat On

poetry

I imagine we won’t be here long.
It’s frigid outside, but even colder in here.
The windows have been sealed.
Plugged, tight, impregnable—
I imagine this visit will be brief.
Spider ice streaking the glass.
Mouths emit ephemeral clouds.
The temperature is falling.
The gray snow is falling.
Apparition preceding deception.
Numbness is rampant throughout.
These frozen hearts will succumb.

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