INDIGO KNIFE
—where solace conceals its slaughter

grief carved its citadel within me,
and I welcomed #a dagger wrapped in silk
as sovereign —
scented limbs sutured the crypt
I refused to mourn,
each fever a clandestine execution

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SEAMWORK
—where brokenness becomes architecture

Not as healing, but as cartography,
each fault line mapped with quiet precision—
a testament to unfinished symphonies.

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UNANNOUNCED
—where the extraordinary enters dressed in ordinary light

It did not knock.
Nor trumpet its name.
#Joy is a quiet visitor,
slipping in
between one breath and the next,
like sunlight remembering
a face it once touched—
then choosing to stay.

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TEMPERATURE OF HER SILENCE
—what I kept sipping long after she left

She vanished like steam—
no noise
just the echo of her teacup touching wood

Now, when the world forgets its fire
peace feels like a warm cup ... ... ...

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#EMBRACE
—the afterglow of her absence

She enfolded ruin
with the elegance of reprieve—
each gesture a benediction,
each silence a hushed requiem
that taught my tremble
how to masquerade as calm.

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