The Swampman

The swampman

the door opened

with the soft wet shlup

of two lips kissing

His room was a bayou

hot and moist

as a dogs meat fouled breath

my boots sank

into green shag carpet

the slime of it clings

I found him

I found him

crouched

in the far corner

around him

wallpaper snailed it's way

down moldy walls

He had turned the heat on

and kept it on

I was cold

I was so cold 

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[MoriartyMesa]

Not too sure why, but for some reason I kept thinking of a jerry reed song while reading this.