she dreamed
on a small pillow,
yet imagined galaxies
while the city slept-
stars wove stories
through the hush of her breath
a comet kissed her thoughts,
then vanished into quiet longing
#vss365 #small
It wasn’t the noise she expected-
it was the silence
crawling beneath her ribs,
making a home
It wasn’t the scar
on her skin that hurt-
only the story
refusing to forget
#FromOneLine #vss365 #skin
Silence ain't empty
It takes the shape of what we're
Too afraid to say
It waits in still rooms
Filling corners like soft smoke,
Ghosts of unshed truths
One word could unmake
The hush we've both wrapped around
Everything we hide
#vss365 #shape
some words don’t land-
they slash, open, fester...
...and in silence, it seeps
through the cracks of skin & verse
no closing line, just the pulse
#vss365 #slash
First hum of the last soul-
not born, but recalled
etched in stardust
before sound
First fire of the last truth
burned behind ribs
where names fade
yet belonging remains
First dream of the last seeker
unfolded inward
where memory maps the path
destination: self
#vss365 #self