Absorbency

by Noah · 20/02/2026
Published 20/02/2026 18:27

Midnight is a bad time to have wet hands.

The towel on the oven handle is a cold, damp rag,

soaked through with the water from the sink.


I trace the frayed blue stripe with my thumb.

It looks like a vein under the skin,

holding on to everything I tried to wash away.

The faucet is still dripping.

#domestic routine #emotional residue #lingering memory #night loneliness

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