Soft Pressure
by greylark
· 27/02/2026
Published 27/02/2026 16:13
The pencil kept breaking.
Not with force, but with this soft pressure,
this gentle insistence
I put to the page.
A fine grey dust settled.
It wouldn't hold the line.
It smeared, a smudge of what I almost said,
a ghost of shape.
Frustration bloomed, small and sharp.
The paper, clean, waited.