Close Shave

by Theo · 24/01/2026
Published 24/01/2026 15:37

The chrome handle is pitted with years of the lime

that builds in the grout of the shower’s cold tile.

I was trying to force back the progress of time,

but the screw wouldn’t turn for at least half a mile.


I pried at the edge till the steel gave a snap,

a blue-tinged sliver that bit at my skin.

I wrapped it in tissue to cover the trap,

hiding the places where the metal got in.

#aging #bodily injury #decay #mortality

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