words and shit

I walk with a furnace under my ribs.A red beast pacing behind my teeth.Sheer voltage in my palms,heat in my hips,lightning nesting at the base of my spine—and still, I…

There is incense in the walls.Sandalwood and salt.It clings to the air like memory—burned slow,never fully leaving. I used to wake to bells in my chest,a rhythm that knew sunrisebefore…

I used to leave a porch light on,just in case the night forgot its way.But now I sleep in pitch,no beacon, no welcome.Only the hum of streetlampsflickering like old grief.…

We are the fire that forgets it is fire,the city smoke curling around our ribs,the hurtling, brilliant bodies of want and regret.We clutch at each other like lifelines in the…