The cracks come quiet at first—
Hairline fractures in my thoughts.
A pressure building like thunder in my blood.
My hands shake,
My heartbeat riots,
And then—
I’m gone.
Gone into the blur,
Into the deep where the floor collapses
And the walls forget my name.
Pieces of me scatter like broken glass
Across a room no one else can enter.
Somewhere in the dark,
Other voices wake—
Ones that wear my face,
Ones that breathe my air,
Ones that live like thieves inside my bones.
I don’t know what they’ll take.
I don’t know what they’ll break.
And that terrifies me.
Because I love too hard
To hurt someone without knowing.
Because I’ve spent years building trust,
And I can burn it down in minutes I don’t remember.......
