by Lxzan
· 29/04/2026
Published 29/04/2026 15:03
I’m standing in the light of the open door,
staring at the stains on the vegetable floor.
Behind the jar of pickles and the jelly near the end,
is a white plastic tub that I cannot defend.
The lid is bowing upward, a slow, plastic swell,
holding back a secret I can already smell.
I haven’t touched the handle since the power went out,
and now it sits in shadow like a lump of cold doubt.
#domestic life #hidden secrets #isolation #power outage #uncertainty
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