She rises from ruin, wings burdened by crimson memory.

Sacrifice lingers, a hymn unraveling in reverse.

Jade eyes carve a path through yesterday’s sorrow.

Petals scatter, caught between celebration and unrest.

Love drifts, an offering slipping through open hands.

A promise paid in the language of fleeting bodies.

He died in sleep, untouched by the weight of farewell.

She finds euphoria in whispers of ******* nights.

Shadows dance at the edges of her knowing grin.

She pays her rent in ******* beneath powder blue skies.

A blade flicks back, a decision sharpened with time.

A mirror reflects a wound not yet surrendered to history.

Geese unravel their lines, like we came undone.

The elder woman sings of past lovers and loss.

They listen, silence curling in spaces between them.

The night drapes its sorrow over my skin,

a river of longing flows through my veins.

Your absence hums like a silent star,

pressed against the chest of the wind.

I gather your murmurs in my hands,

seeds of fire buried in the dark,

waiting to bloom beneath your breath.