The spoon cheap chrome
by Ash
· 22/01/2026
Published 22/01/2026 14:51
The spoon, cheap chrome,
old, tarnished, in my hand.
Hot water, steam a moan.
The window, warped, a sliver of land
in its dull, scratched face.
Sun caught it, a sudden, cold flash.
Something tightened, no space
to breathe, just a metallic crash
inside my skull.
The sink water swirled brown.
A moment, almost null,
a memory spun down.
It wasn't even sharp.