In the soft twilight of memory’s embrace,  
I seek atonement,
tiny
                          deaths
  unfurling,  
Razor-edged thoughts like whispers in the dark,  
Conquering hearts that

                                once dared to hope,  
Silencing dreams,  
Like black balloons adrift
over
                    coffee
                                                   rings,  

Cigarette ash lingering on
        pages
                         untouched.  

Words spill forth, a torrent against distance,  
Flies dance in the air,
avoiding the hand,  
While the staircase of my
mind
                   spirals
                                         down,  
Addicting depression folds into fleeting mania,  
I wander
fields of dreams,  
Color
                                      stripped
             ­                                                                 ­ away,  
Longing for silence wrapped in hues,  
Choking on

dawn’s memories, 
 
Lessons etched in fragments of existence,  
Creation fading like the
last
               light
                                  of
                                                    day.  

Br­eathless, she races toward the morrow,  
Where sheeted ghosts
twirl in a spectral waltz,  
Eternal waves crash on the
jagged shore,  

And in that chaos,

she  
                                   finds
                                                                ­     marvel,  
Little bubbles caught just
beneath the surface,  
As her bones crumble,
returning to dust.  

No borders to past mistakes,  
Suicide whispers of contrition

—a war of regrets,  

Suffering, the promise of becoming,  
Pain painted as                      
                                        ­                       smiles,  
In the sacred loop of confusion's grasp.