The pasta is stiff and cold

by afthroughtasty · 19/02/2026
Published 19/02/2026 15:47

The pasta is stiff and cold,

clinging to the tines of the fork.

Three blocks over, the siren dips—

a heavy, sliding groan

that leaves the air hollow.


On the floor, my water glass

catches a smear of passing red

from the street, a slow bleed

moving across the carpet

until the room is dark again.

#domestic life #nighttime #urban alienation #violence

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