Sieve

by thirdshiftlina · 14/11/2025
Published 14/11/2025 17:49

The blackberry stain is a purple so deep

it looks like a punch in the gut of the cloth.

I found it while looking for something to keep,

hidden away from the damp and the moth.


I didn't use scissors, I just used my weight

to tear through the weave till the fibers gave in.

It’s jagged and frayed and a little bit late

to be worried about where the juices begin.

#decay #domestic life #impermanence #loss #memory

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