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Jul 29 · 58
Tic Tic Toc!
Bloomy ashes Jul 29
it's night again.
the room gets dark.
the stars—my audience.
the moon—my stage light.

my thoughts resurface
behind the velvet curtains of my mind.
they’re loud, bold—
as if to make me shrink.

it's 2.07am.
and i can no longer tell the difference
between silence and screams.

i turn and turn
like hands of the clock.
tic. tic.
TOC.

it's morning again.
curtains close like tired eyelids.
the stars fall.
the moon dims.
maybe now
sleep will remember
that it still owes me.
for my overthinkers and unslept
just me and my 79% sleep debt
Jun 27 · 384
HER
Bloomy ashes Jun 27
HER
i have seen the heaven created in you—  
one they could not understand.  
and so they named it wrong,  
because they could not hold what they feared in their hand.  

you were fire, and i the very same.  
they said we’d burn the world down—  
but all we ever wanted was to be warm.  

her touch: psalm.  
her gaze: prayer.  
and still, they call it sin—  
as if holiness can’t wear soft skin and hold my hand.  

they could not understand  
that when she loves me,  
the sky listens more closely  
and the stars stay a little longer.  

her eyes, gently pulling me in—  
her gaze sweeping me beneath her tides  
as i pry to the surface  
to utter her sacred name.  

and even the breath feels borrowed,  
as if the universe conspired to see it through.  

how can my sin be love?  
oh, they would never understand.
i wish i could listen to my heart and block the world's voice
Jun 26 · 136
UNSEEN IN SCARLET
Bloomy ashes Jun 26
by Bloomy Ashes

my thoughts loud collapsing within one another
their edges blur, like smoke with no tether.
my mind fighting my entirety
each thought a blade, carving duality.

screams from within blocked by curves on my skin
my skin curves calm, but holds storms within.
i am fighting one i cannot win
a war unnamed, yet worn paper-thin.

my heart bleeds and aches
each beat a bruise that never breaks.
held together by wires dripping scarlet red
fraying threads sing of words unsaid—
and said.
even the words i said still slice my thread.

my mind and heart at war, my body caught in between
a hostage to storms I did not convene.
yet again, i feel so unseen
like i’m screaming in glass—shattering clean.

— The End —