Struck
by tnsW3r
· 21/12/2025
Published 21/12/2025 19:32
I turned the key back and the heater died.
The car wash flag is a blue, angry shape.
It whips the cold air in a frantic escape,
with nowhere to go and no place to hide.
The metal clips hit the pole—clink and a thud.
The hem is all fraying in thin, white hairs.
The sky has the color of skin when it tears,
or a bruise that is rising up out of the mud.