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.