The floorboards are uneven by the fridge

by tnsW3r · 05/03/2026
Published 05/03/2026 20:07

The floorboards are uneven by the fridge.

I stepped where the gasket gave out,

a cold, flat mouth of defrost water

soaking through the heel of the last clean pair.


The white wool goes heavy and gray,

the weave turning translucent against my big toe.

It’s a slow itch, a creeping swamp

that makes me want to peel my skin back.


I keep scrubbing the grease off the plates,

standing in the puddle because I can't

bear to see the dry floor

on the other side of the kitchen.

#anxiety #bodily discomfort #cleaning #domestic life

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