The Frequency

by beasai · 23/03/2026
Published 23/03/2026 13:04

The radiator is knocking in the corner,

a rhythmic, wet thud against the floorboards.

On the screen, the gloved hand pulls the tab.

The sound is a jagged rip of heavy plastic,

teeth catching on a loose thread of polyester.


It’s a low-budget noise.

The kind of sound that sits in your molars

long after you’ve muted the news.

The radiator keeps knocking.

I wonder how many threads are left

before the whole thing comes apart.

#anxiety #decay #domestic life #entropy #mechanical failure

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