Four Days In

by Xevson · 01/02/2026
Published 01/02/2026 11:55

The door frame is fat with water.

I have to hit it with my shoulder

to get out of the house.


At the stop, the bus is nowhere.

A cigarette butt sits in a puddle

turning into a grey, hairy mash.

The filter paper peels away

like wet skin.

#daily grind #environmental decay #isolation #mundane melancholy #urban alienation

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