Arm's Reach
by avarix
· 17/02/2026
Published 17/02/2026 09:33
The glass tipped over at half-past eight,
I watched the water decide its fate.
It soaked the covers of last year's news,
Drowning the edges of my Tuesday blues.
Beside the lamp is a ghostly ring,
Where an allergy pill did its own thing.
It crumbled to dust on the particle board,
A small white debt that I just ignored.