Open Mouth
by clippedtrust
· 19/03/2026
Published 19/03/2026 09:08
The wall plate, cream.
Two holes, dark,
like blind eyes.
Dust, a fine silt
on the lip of the screw hole.
Nothing fits.
It waits. A quiet
demand, or just
a space left open.
No current flows.
Just air, moving
around its absence.