Uncoupled
by Mae Grey
· 22/12/2025
Published 22/12/2025 10:14
The thunder shook the floor lamp out.
I dragged the wire across the rug,
kneeling where the paint is chipped.
Two black slits in the beige.
Empty sockets, staring back
like a pair of blind eyes.
The wall is a face
that forgot my name.