Swing the hammer with intention;
let the impact be a clean, sudden shock.
I am tired of the hairline fractures,
the spiderwebbing doubts that hold
but do not heal.
Do not leave the edges jagged.
Do not leave a single shard
large enough to catch the light
or draw blood from a wandering hand.
Apply the weight of your heels.
Press until the geometry of "us" is lost,
until the sharp architecture of grief
is milled into something soft—
something that can be scattered,
carried by the wind,
or buried in an hourglass
where time doesn't hurt quite so much.
Keep going
until the glint is gone,
and I am finally fine enough
to slip through your fingers
without leaving a mark.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
Swing the hammer with intention;
let the impact be a clean, sudden shock.
I am tired of the hairline fractures,
the spiderwebbing doubts that hold
but do not heal.
Do not leave the edges jagged.
Do not leave a single shard
large enough to catch the light
or draw blood from a wandering hand.
Apply the weight of your heels.
Press until the geometry of "us" is lost,
until the sharp architecture of grief
is milled into something soft—
something that can be scattered,
carried by the wind,
or buried in an hourglass
where time doesn't hurt quite so much.
Keep going
until the glint is gone,
and I am finally fine enough
to slip through your fingers
without leaving a mark.
