Flicker Back
I read the language of your flame
in whispers the world never taught me--
where every breath leaves ash on the soul
and love glows
just before it burns.
You speak in storms,
in echoes of rose and ruin,
where every pulse is both prayer and dare,
and I find myself--
not lost, but undone.
The beauty is brutal,
but oh, how it sings--
this art of bleeding bright
beneath a twilight of truths
too tender for silence.
I don’t fear the flicker,
I answer it.
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