Unclaimed Pen
by Violet V.
· 19/02/2026
Published 19/02/2026 20:51
Blue Bic, cheap plastic, sat
upon my desk for years.
A small, silent, stolen pat
on the back, dismissing fears.
From the bank, that cold day,
the lobby quiet, grey.
No one looked my way,
as I walked out, then away.
A thrill, a shallow jolt,
for something so damn small.
No thunderbolt,
no judgment in the hall.
Just a pen, ink long dried,
chewed at the cap's end.
My conscience, satisfied,
a secret I still tend.