Blurred Edges
by clippedtrust
· 05/12/2025
Published 05/12/2025 17:14
Morning. Gone.
The porch steps melt
into a soft grey dawn.
Nothing to be felt
beyond the damp.
The streetlight bleeds.
A halo, weak, without
a frame. My thoughts recede.
Just wet, quiet doubt.
A blurred, slow clamp.