The chlorine stings the corners of my eyes
by joke_curdle
· 26/12/2025
Published 26/12/2025 09:39
The chlorine stings the corners of my eyes
waiting for the morning’s chlorine sun to rise.
The water is a heavy, chemical blue,
distorting every muscle I thought I knew.
My shins are snapped at angles in the deep,
a promise that my joints can no longer keep.
A pale, wobbling kneecap drifts in the light,
a stranger’s bone lost in the middle of the night.