A feathered breath, dusk’s ribbon unwinding,
I walked a thousand miles inside my mind.
A sky bruised purple, maroon, trembling, blind— It swallowed whole what little light I bring.

The night is dense with whispers, half-formed sins, A dog barks somewhere far as memory.
I heard a song and thought it spoke to me,
But shadows twist, they hide what’s deep within.

Yet in the...