Heavy Syrup

by Xevson · 05/02/2026
Published 05/02/2026 15:49

The power lines are down on Oak Street.

The house is a cave of shadows

and the sound of rain on the gutters.


I found the peaches in the back,

generic label, expired 2019.

The lid curled back like a jagged lip

under the manual opener.


The first bite tasted like the can itself,

a sharp, metallic tang

that stayed in the back of my throat.

#decay #food spoilage #lingering bitterness #urban decay

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