Low Pressure
by tnsW3r
· 27/12/2025
Published 27/12/2025 16:17
Three days of this gray, vertical water.
The mud on the mat has turned to a crust
the color of a basement floor.
When I pull the laces, the dog leans
his whole, hot weight against my shins.
The musk of him rises, a thick, living steam.
A dark, blooming circle spreads on my thigh
where the damp of his coat soaks through the denim,
anchoring me to the floor.