Chlorine
by thirdshiftlina
· 28/10/2025
Published 28/10/2025 17:18
The fluorescent light is a humming wire
that sets my tired brain on fire.
I watch the tile, a speckled blue,
and feel the water coming through.
Below the noise of the coffee pot,
where the air is cool and the sun is not,
a rusted drain sits deep and still,
against the weight of the water's will.
No phones can ring beneath the shelf
where I can finally lose myself.