Ripened in breath,
lingering in sentences
never said—
but arrived anyway
swallowed words,
inhaled echoes,
rippling through
the chest
truth lights up
in the lungs
for lack of air—
what we can’t say
otherwise.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
Ripened in breath,
lingering in sentences
never said—
but arrived anyway
swallowed words,
inhaled echoes,
rippling through
the chest
truth lights up
in the lungs
for lack of air—
what we can’t say
otherwise.
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