Low Frequency
by Sara
· 05/01/2026
Published 05/01/2026 16:05
I had just finished the windows,
scrubbing the winter's grey film into the rags,
when the sky turned the color of a bruise.
The rain hit before I could put the ladder away,
a sudden, heavy sheeting that smeared the glass
back into the same distorted mess I’d just erased.
I pressed my forehead to the pane,
waiting for the flash that makes the marrow jump.
The glass thrummed against my skin,
a dull, vibrating warning,
right before the transformer down the block gave up
and dropped us all into a thick, ringing quiet.