Low Frequency
by clippedtrust
· 05/02/2026
Published 05/02/2026 12:32
The glass of water
on the counter, it shakes.
A low thrum, deep.
My jaw aches.
Not a tune, no.
Just a beat, a heavy, dull sound.
Through the floor, through the walls,
it can be found.
The ice in my drink
clinks with the bass.
A rhythm not mine,
invading my space.
I trace the rim.
The water's surface, a skin
that trembles, never smooth,
from within.