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Midnightmusex
18 Poems for the sleepless, the broken, the ones who lean into fire.
the fire does not wait it waits in the gaps between breaths where you think nothing lives and suddenly it folds you into its own silence a tongue curls around the world’s spine licks at memory and you feel how easy it would be to forget your own name in the heat of it shadows crawl upward and descend at the same time like someone pressed pause and stepped inside the air but you are still breathing or are you? or is the flame breathing you it whispers in ash a language of waiting a language of wanting a language that tastes like loss and something sweeter and you reach, but there is no surface to touch only the depth and it is infinite there is no beginning there is no end only folds folding folds of heat of smoke of desire of quiet that remembers more than you ever will hands would flee eyes would close hearts would betray themselves but I lean and lean and lean and I am the flame now and the fire is me and I am nothing and everything and the world is a long exhale and I stay and I stay and I stay and finally I am only one word and the word is burn
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 1:06 AM UTC
Burn
Oh, mother when did I start mothering myself because you couldn’t? When did I learn to wipe my own tears, to soften my own voice, to hold myself the way I begged you to hold me? Am I healing, or am I only becoming my own replacement? Why do I hear your tone in my anger, your silence in my pauses, your sharpness when I speak without thinking? Why do I hate myself every time I sound like you? Why am I terrified that I am slowly turning into the thing that broke me? Did I believe I could change you just by loving harder, by being quieter, by being better? Did I think if I survived enough, you would soften? Why did no one tell me that daughters are not meant to save their mothers? Why did I carry hope like it was my responsibility? Why does it still hurt to admit that love was not enough? Oh, mother if I am learning to mother myself, is that healing or proof that no one came? And if no one could save you, why did it have to be me who learned the cost?
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Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
Inheritance