dampness

dampness


windows yawn in
a chain of humid days

and stick like sweaty
footsteps trying to nap

on the ground before
darkness falls or raises

wretched air seeps in
from the swamp's bad

breath like the in-law
sunk into the couch

smoking cigarettes and
crying whiskey from

every yellow pore
seeking for a hole to

inhale away from
the freshly soiled pants

nothing in the linger
was seen to be for




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Prompt words: footsteps chains smoke dampness darkness window cries wretched


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