the polyester leaves a rusty tinge
on the side of the desk, marking of a
soiled tea bag left to rot.
wet detritus seeping out in a slow trickle
like blood oozing from a wound, hanging
limply, clenching to the surface.
it is motionless, aside from a label
fluttering in a slight breeze like a welcome
wave, oscillating harmonically, casting
a quivering shadow on the gloss.
through the gossamer silk, spelling
Royal King, majesty left for desiccant.
Sharon Lin is a writer based in New York City. Her work is published in The Offing and Voices of the East Coast Anthology and recognized by Scholastic and Penguin Random House. She is a student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.