Bitter

Blood stained snow,
resembling cruel bedsheets,
bitter,
in the winter wind.

A hand written sign,
in a window.

Beer and liquor,
cash only,
no cards,
no names.

I need the warmth,
of knowing death
is not as cold as life.

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