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Sorelle Aug 31
Bone resembles glass in my chest
Remembering your weight
I folded the light inside my ribs
Until it snapped into a cage
The air is a mirror
And you are not reflected in it
Every corridor I walk hums
With the absence you carved
Trust rotted
Left fingerprints in my veins
I traced them with ice
Fingers frozen into claws
That caught nothing
The soft part of me
Was a city you razed
Now the rubble has its own pulse
And it beats without a sound
I wear the memory of you
Like a shard pressed into skin
And it hurts so precisely
That the wound is elegance
Nothing passes through
Nothing touches
Nothing bends
Even grief is a machine I dismantled
And stacked into neat towers
Inside the hollow of my throat
I do not bleed
I do not wait
I do not hope
Even fear folds into itself
Before it reaches me
Every echo of your voice
Is a fossil
Every warmth you left
Is a blueprint for winter
The world moves around me
And I am a cage that nobody owns
The frost in my lungs
Has learned its own gravity
You left nothing
I built everything from the absence
Ash is stronger than flesh
Silence sharper than a knife
And I will carry it all
Without ever opening the door Again
A fortress of ash and clawed bones
Nothing enters
Nothing leaves
Nothing survives unscathed
girlinflames Sep 18
I accept it.
You’re doing everything
to dim my image,
to rise above,
to play the victim,
to show the world
how much you suffered,
how cruel I must have been.

As if I, too,
hadn’t wept,
hadn’t begged,
hadn’t broken
and rebuilt myself
just to make us work—
two puzzle pieces
that never truly fit.

It seems you need this
more than I do.
Some people must turn you
into the villain
so they can crown themselves
the hero of their own lives.

So I accept it.
I will be
the villain of our story.

— The End —