The vanity bulb is starting to blink
by lucidquite
· 29/12/2025
Published 29/12/2025 15:14
The vanity bulb is starting to blink,
I’m leaning my weight on the edge of the sink.
I lift up the muscle to check for a sting,
looking for a sore or a red, angry thing.
Beneath the soft pink, the veins are a map,
blue branches caught in a cellular trap.
The secret is heavy, a stone in the throat,
trying its best to capsize the boat.