Synthetic
by pnt_fain
· 17/12/2025
Published 17/12/2025 14:56
The seat is black and thick with plastic pile.
The driver watches traffic on the street.
I run my hand across it for a while,
feeling the heavy pressure of the seat.
Tomorrow’s news is bitter and complete.
A single thread is caught inside a nail.
The dark is deep, the oxygen is stale.