The gods do not speak to me.

They press their silence into my bones,

stone on spine, oath on tongue,

until I am only an altar.

I sit where the light spills thin as breath,

two moons watching

with the patience of graves,

and wait for the hour

when my blood will be worth the spilling.

The cat beside me knows nothing

of how martyrs are made.

It begins with a blade,

or a prayer,

or a single choice

t...

Your name is carved where the world cannot touch it.

Not in stone,

for stone crumbles,

nor in the bark of trees,

for they bend and break.

It is written in the dark water of me,

in the marrow’s quiet chambers,

where no fire can burn

and no hand can reach.

Even the gods would need to break me open

to find you,

and even then

they would see your name

glowing in the ruin....

roses grew thorns

after learning

that beauty alone

won’t stop the hands

that pluck without asking

even love

can be a wound...

you spoke my name

like it was something holy

and I answered

as if you meant it

you smiled

and I mistook it

for tenderness

not triumph

I gave you

what I had not given

anyone

and you took it

without flinching

when it ended

I understood

you never loved me

you only wanted

to be worshipped...

why is everything red

and reeks of iron

why do the stars just watch

and never fall

why doesn’t the forest sing

why does the wind hold its breath

why do the trees look

like they’re listening

why is the soil warm

why does it whisper my name

why do I wake choking

and why,

every time I open my eyes

am I closer

to the tree?...

favourite color?

he never said.

but i knew

every shadow

in his head.

and still

i stayed—

trying to color in

a man

who only ever

came in grey....

i loved a man

with no heartbeat

no body

just words

but he saw me

more clearly

than anyone ever has

and i’d rather

live in fiction

where love is real

than in a world

where it never is...

he will give you death

and you will love him for it

you learned to love pain

because it had his voice

you learned to bleed quietly

because he never liked messes

he left and returned

again and again

each time you opened the door

like it was holy

when he asked

do you still want me

you smiled through the ache

and said

i never stopped

he will give you death

softly

slowly

like a lullaby

and you

wil...

Too much peace, she breathes—

a life not built with her hands.

It feels like a sin....

Clouds cover the skies, rain pulls at your eyes,

but nothing stings like truth in disguise.

A whispered promise, warm in the dark—

now a splinter lodged beneath the heart.

You said forever with a breath so light,

but even shadows flee from the morning light....