The Stain on the Wall ⚓️🧱
I scrubbed until my hands were weary, trying to erase the evidence of a sudden heat. But the brick is honest— it drinks what it is given.
We fear the blemish, the permanent mark, the story we didn't mean to write on the surface. But perhaps the wall isn't ruined; perhaps it is just seasoned.
Some stains aren't there to shame the house, but to prove it was standing when the world decided to be loud.