Flaky door

Cold wind from East still
Open doors are reminders
Draughts of discomfort.

A discomforting
And unconscious sense of chill
A blasted Beyond.

A landscape sucked dry
Not profound, nor prosaic
Just dessication.

A chill corridor
From one world to another
Warm fire to cold fire.

Long journey to pee
So, shut the door as you go
It is cold out there.

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