Dim Glow
by clippedtrust
· 06/12/2025
Published 06/12/2025 15:11
The cabinet mouth, dark.
My hand finds the switch.
A click. A pale arc.
A small, weak twitch.
Yellow light, a sick, thin thread.
Dust motes, fat, slow in the air.
The beam barely goes ahead.
Just a dull, struggling flare.
What was I looking for?
It hardly matters now.
This dying pulse, nothing more.
A promise broken somehow.