THE FROSTY CESSPOOL OF HUMANITY

For today’s poem, my last one of the week, I’ve amalgamated 2 prompts! One from Reena’s Xploration Challenge: CESSPOOL & the other being Ragtag Daily Prompt’s word for Saturday: FROSTY. Below lies my contribution. 👇👇 Hope ye enjoy the read

The foul; rancid stench of excrement, dripping from him as Frank emerged from his nightly job cleaning the city’s enormous cesspool, filthy; smelly yet strangely satisfied. The pungent odour emanating from his body permeated the cold; early morning air. He walked home quickly @ 5am for fear anyone would see him or worse still…. Smell him.

It was in stark contrast to the frosty reception of his family when he told them of his new employment. They’d alienated him, disowned him completely! Told him they wanted nothing more to do with him, even going so far as to cut off his inheritance and cross over to the…