Excerpt from a Bad Day
It wasn’t a real shit
It was hollow
spluttered
drawn out thin
he was too weak to wipe
so his wet arsehole just hung there
like a petal in the morning wind
– dew drop about to drip
a sore eye
welling up with tears
The air freshener clicked
and sprayed outside the cubicle
the sound like the hissing gas
of a turning cap
on a cola bottle
Damp electricity
coated the filthy tiles
as his bony face
and the hard to reach bog roll
bathed
in lonely fluorescent light
Bleak, yet brilliant 👍🖤
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