UrFix's Blog

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 do not touch. My body is a hymn of hunger.Not just wanting, but roaring.A lion made of lust, pacing the cagewith velvet paws and blood…

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 the sky did.Now I rise onlybecause gravity insists.No melody.Just the dull tug of skin on soul. She—or whatever wore light so easily—left me a silence…

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. She—or it, or whatever haunts my ribs now—used to laugh like wind through chimes,filling the silence between prayersI never said out loud.Now the wind just…