In Faded White

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“In Faded White”

 

It was a hot, hot day in hell

As a shadow came whistling down the street

Long and behold he wore a leather cap

With leather gloves to match

Faded to a sooty black his vest was in shambles

And on his legs hung ghastly rags

Yet on he went whistling

 

He passed eternal flaming homes

Dogs that were mere skeletons

And as the licking flames touched his face

It only revealed an eyeless glare

From beneath a thick brow that pierced the air

His nose stuck out to the world as if to say

“I pity no soul”

His cheeks covered in thick soot

Pushed out by coiled air

Yet on he pushed whistling

 

Staggering to a knotted sack

Stretching his leather hands to the bag

He hefted it and with a spin, tossed it overhead

With a whirr and a whoosh the bag was gone

Yet on he pushed whistling

 

And so he went down the street

Tossing bags left and right

Until he came upon a house,

slightly larger than the rest

He took to the steps

Through the door

And in he went whistling

 

 

And on the Mailbox in faded white

Stood

Lewis Bell

Garbage Man of Hell

Reviews

[Jinx's Heart]

Very comical! Smooth and intriguing. Nice job!

[Marina]

Ahahahaha.

Fantastic!