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An echoing door combs a mustard, coil-
rich carpet. Curtains sneak and sigh, hold chat
with dawn and chill. Soon, afternoon floats flat,
borne in golden air, drifting in the soiled
en-suite of spiders black, and fungal oil.
And under bed where none dare look but
the hoover, gagged and bound; smile that gluts
upon the micro-banquet sheets of yellowed toil.
“God, oh! God, oh!” fuck hidden paper walls.
The cupboards yawn with temporariness;
an ancient hob slowly scabs and lolls.
And still, this stay was every day or less:
cow’ring roof it gave, but night breaches walls.
And silent filth tsunamis trouble rest.

Labels: student life Aberdeen filth grime loneliness

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 6:41 PM