A Name in the Dark
i speak the words and they take root
twisting deep into your veins
a shadow that breathes
it grows it thrives it does not fade
beneath your skin
where whispers turn to thorns
the curse settles
a fever that will not break
each breath you take
draws it closer, unseen
and in the silence
it watches it waits
it waits for you to slip
to stumble to break the hush
for when you cry out
you will call its name
but the name is not a word
not a sound
it is a dark thing
a feeling a shadow
and when you speak it
it will have you
the curse is not of flesh or bone
but a breath in the dark
a mark upon your soul
and it will follow
even beyond the grave
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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