Time unspools in red threads—
veins of the clock,
still pulsing long after it stopped.
I loved you like a candle loves
its own ruin.
Wax-kissed. Flame-fed.
Afraid of the dark,
but terrified to burn forever.
Your shadow curls beneath my ribs,
whispering if, if, if
like a broken pendulum.
Each memory
a spark that needles my skin—
not warmth,
just that cruel static ache
of something trying to return
through numbness.
Some nights,
I see your name in the firelight
and can’t remember
if I dreamed you
or lost you.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
Time unspools in red threads—
veins of the clock,
still pulsing long after it stopped.
I loved you like a candle loves
its own ruin.
Wax-kissed. Flame-fed.
Afraid of the dark,
but terrified to burn forever.
Your shadow curls beneath my ribs,
whispering if, if, if
like a broken pendulum.
Each memory
a spark that needles my skin—
not warmth,
just that cruel static ache
of something trying to return
through numbness.
Some nights,
I see your name in the firelight
and can’t remember
if I dreamed you
or lost you.
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