There’s a sound the air makeswhen it stops needing to hold its breath.It’s softer than forgiveness,heavier…

Some chapters end in fire,others in the slow unravelingof thread—pull one looseand watch the careful weavingcome…

I did not come hereto be adored.I came to be steadywhen the room tilts. To be…

Ink on skin-thin paper.The blade warm from my hand.Too much and it bruises.Too little and nothing…