The couch hid it
by tenseinward
· 15/12/2025
Published 15/12/2025 15:04
The couch hid it,
a pale puff
on the dark wood,
just enough
dust clinging.
My eyes flicked.
No one watched.
A quick pick.
The crunch, small,
dry, a little stale.
A bit of grit,
then it's all gone.
A quick swallow.
A taste of wrong.