Forty-Eight
by clippedtrust
· 19/02/2026
Published 19/02/2026 12:57
The grid above.
Always forty-eight.
A small water stain,
near the third row, left.
Fluorescent hums.
Waiting room quiet.
Each square a breath.
Or the lack of one.
My eyes trace the lines.
Again. Forty-eight.
No cracks today.
Just the stain, grey.