The cold bar turns

by clippedtrust · 30/11/2025
Published 30/11/2025 18:32

The cold bar turns,

then waits. A hip,

a small blunt pain.

It pushes, learns

my weight, my slip.

Then lets me through again.


Metal worn smooth.

Faces pass.

A worn-out groove.

Like time, like glass.

#anonymity #mechanical alienation #passage of time #routine #urban commuting

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