Overexposed

by Mae Grey · 12/01/2026
Published 12/01/2026 18:01

The water hit my back

like a handful of gravel.

I had to turn the dial

until the steam stopped.


The sheets are stiff.

Every time I move

the cotton pulls the heat

right out of the marrow.


I took the watch off.

A pale circle of winter

sits against the red.

The clock stayed behind

under the shade.

#bodily vulnerability #sensory overload #time #winter

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