Winter of the Worlds

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Limp walls white as snow

conceal a frigid sharpness

of biting winter.

 

Wasteland of my world

exposed behind grey, feeling

in extremes comes numb.

 

Chill come and whither

wanders the sun over grey,

mind of frozen clay.

 

Malek Montag

Rochester, 2017

 

Picture Credit: Malek Montag, 2010

About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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