Bill Edge

by clippedtrust · 28/03/2026
Published 28/03/2026 10:55

The paper, thin,

a stack of old debt.

It sliced the skin.

A small, red bead, not wet

yet, but a start.


A sting, exact,

right on the thumb's soft pad.

A minor fact,

but all the bills feel bad.

Just a fine line.

Mine.

#bodily pain #capitalism #debt #financial

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