August 31st, 2025Local Lines
Laundry
soaked wars hang
shouldered over
broken chairs
strung up across
ceiling skies
dripping sores
weep through
floor boards
temperatures drop
clean linen cravings
itch the skin
dust covers dust
dry scrubbed shame
piles laundered in
brackish baskets
outside the hoist doesn’t
turn under the weight
of blood moist towels
rape stained knickers
grey sheets web and
weave unnatural
geometry twisting
under the tug
and endless flap
of shots and shocks
the world spins dry
vibrating walls crack
another load clicks over
ready to tumble
– Sam Beranic
Samantha Beranic lives on Dja Dja Warrung country, Woodend. She writes about place, sense making and what life simmers to the surface.
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