you spoke with your back turned
like nothing was wrong
the kettle sat screaming
its blistering song
your eyes crack with thunder
I don’t look away.
I taste every stormcloud
and swallow the rain
you asked if I loved you
then smirked at the floor
i said it too slowly,
you moved for the door
We fought in the hallway,
half whisper, half snarl.
Your silence more cutting
than anything sharp.
you find every fracture
then press where it stings
You say, “it’s devotion,”
and tighten the strings.
We moved like a secret
too brutal for light,
no prayer, just breathing
broke open the night.
Your hands then remember
what you never confessed,
you kiss where you hurt me
and ask for the rest.
but still, when you’re shaking,
and all fury’s gone,
I gather your pieces
and whisper a song
I stitched up the silence
you gave me to keep
and rocked us together
til sorrow found sleep
We curled in the ash
what didn’t survive,
and found even ruin
leaves something alive.
