Nap

by thirdshiftlina · 15/02/2026
Published 15/02/2026 14:20

I took the paper towel to the cuff

where the latte jumped.

Now the nap is matted and dark,

a permanent bruise on the wrist.


Some things aren't for fixing.

You just wear the mark

until the threads give up

or you finally find a different coat.

#acceptance #imperfection #resilience #scars

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