ITime loosens her braids when I’m alone,a restless pulse beneath the bone.Minutes curl like smoke in...
There is a quiet art to being alive, and it rarely announces itself. It doesn’t arrive in the grand triumphs...
Scars are syllables carved in bone,Each trial a scripture we half-own;Detach, not fleeing, but standing...
At last I break, not gentle, not kind,but with a force that shreds the mind.The storm must end, the storm...
I cloak myself in veils of smoke,a fabric woven from what I choke.Responsibilities press like hands,yet...
I wear silence like a fevered cloak,its fabric clings, it tastes of smoke.Every breath is a plea suppressed,every...
By dawn—or was it something else?—The ocean slowed its fraying song.The stars, like ancient silver shells,Hung...
Within the womb of storm’s wide eye,A hush descended, cold and wide.It felt like floating through a sigh—Like...
The wind had teeth and the night had claws,The sea wore a crown of broken glass.The hull beneath him...
He had been awake for thirty-six hours.
The last traces of the evening sun had long vanished. Shadows...
The notebook still lay open, and the ink was barely dry when he leaned back in his chair. Outside, the...
The morning light spilled lazily through the slats of the bathroom window, its pale fingers brushing...