Our Winter

White. White Winter's snow. God's dandruff, blanketing my sorrow. Crystalline tear-made snowflakes, Falling       down          to            mortalities                     reality. Frostbite outreach to mother's milk. Cracked dry leaves whispering, something i cannot say. Sitting like a saint, a throne made of guises. Corrupt, rotting apple core. Worm infested promises, all framed, portrait of the Madonna. Descending into heaven, already in hell? Chasing shadowed desire, falling on concrete truth. Scraped knee bleeding ice, all on winter's white coat.