Oxidation

by Xevson · 25/02/2026
Published 25/02/2026 13:06

The cabinet hinges are giving up.

Every morning I have to blow

the orange dust off my toothbrush

before I can even start.


Down in the kitchen,

the pickle jar lid is fused.

The grit of the rim

scrapes against my palm.

After I get it open,

my skin smells like a wet penny.

#aging #decay #domestic routine #metal corrosion #sensory detail

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