Low Impact
by Korri
· 28/04/2026
Published 28/04/2026 14:56
The sun is baking the asphalt
until the tar smells like a threat.
The neighborhood is holding its breath
in a heavy, yellow sweat.
I stepped on a shoulder today,
a tracing of a girl in the street.
Just chalk dust on the sidewalk
clinging to the leather of my feet.
She was lying down for a game
but it looked like a place where life stops.
I wiped the yellow off my toe
and waited for the first heavy drops.