The Gushing Flues of Blushing Blue

winds rattle at home’s cheap
fixtures n’ fester up my
tender nose,

as crumbs of soul just breeze
astray with any dignities
long pissed away,

n’ soak into heap
o’ raked up
clothes
,

stormy grey after grey-
i’m shaking hands with
all the same days,

and now i open up
but only for a hug that waits
a welcome mat
away

in the flushed out town
of blushing
blue

where dinner tables
hold lone vigil
too,

come flush me out stale room
like raw sewage from
some gagging
flue.

image: https://www.reddit.com/r/creepy/comments/2hi1gs/chimney_sweeper_by_sam_wolf_connelly/

image: https://www.scaryforkids.com/ghost-towns/

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