The ice cube sits
by lightsstillon
· 28/12/2025
Published 28/12/2025 12:31
The ice cube sits,
a small glass mountain shrinking,
its edges rounding soft like bad memories.
Beads of water slip down
and stain the laminate, a silent ring
where cool used to live.
The fridge hums louder in the heatwave,
a slow heat creeping through the room,
stealing what was solid, clean, and bright.
The cube dissolves without a sound,
just quiet wetness pooling, vanishing
into an afternoon too hot to hold still.