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Soak, scrub, wring, repeat; cracked brick opens its arms
to the storm and we wipe the mould.
the inevitable tumble of old tiles,
This house welcomes draughts that whisper the wiles of cheaper rent.
It beckons the rain to drip through the window seal
and greet its chewed silicone with blossoms of black.
Dripping wet Wilko's own stains my fingers landlord white,
the wallpaper peels in sheets.
The water crawls through our shared walls,
bedroom to bathroom, do you hear its call up to the landing?
we drip, trip, tumble down the stairs to the living room,
three flights in the yellow light.
Spill into the crumble of a four bedroom hovel,
Stagnate on the sofa in a blanket puddle.
Breathe these spores into the midnight cackle, lay in the lightning crackle
and watch the paint darken with you.
A/N: For Louise, Lyra, Adam and Izzy; this is my love letter to you and the home you have given me. Even when we live in different cities and countries you guys will always be my home.
