Reverse

by tnsW3r · 03/02/2026
Published 03/02/2026 15:59

The tail lights are two red slits

narrowing as he hits the end of the drive.

I’m left on the wood slats,

holding a bag of groceries that feel too heavy.


The gravel popped and ground

under his tires like a jaw breaking.

He said he was out of room,

and then the glass slid up, sealing him in.

#abandonment #confinement #domestic labor #isolation

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