Dead Air
by Mae Grey
· 31/12/2025
Published 31/12/2025 13:48
The dresser moved a foot or so.
The wall has nowhere left to go.
The socket sits in beige and dust,
a plastic thing that I can’t trust.
A spider’s legs are curled within
the holes where current should have been.
The copper waits for some new spark.
The room is getting very dark.