Storms in Silent Corners

A jolt of trembling steel— a crack that doesn’t shatter, but ripples, sending storms into every silent corner. Cries fold in on themselves, tight, suffocating strands, all tangled too deep to get air. This is the weight of love unreturned: a death that breathes, a life that drifts— distilled by sorrow so pure it makes its escape past the body’s treachery, wetting the memory of the quiet erosion of tears.