hard fable
The tremor in my chest—an echo
of a thousand whispered “not enoughs,”
like the chill kiss of betrayals lingering,
too quiet to name but too loud to ignore.
Each step forward is chaos,
a battlefield where cheaters wear my own face,
and the mirror cracks under the pressure—
fractures of body and soul, bruised blues bleeding deep.
Bullying doubts claw from the edges of my mind,
their cruel fingers twisting fears into panic,
while tears fall silent, unnoticed—
abandoned by hope in the hollow halls of regret.
I stand weighed down by invisible grief,
the shadows of failures past haunting every breath;
The fear is not just falling—it's being left behind,
In a world that whispers rejection before it screams.
This is the tragedy I carry beneath my skin:
the ache of missing someone who never arrives—
a future unraveling on the jagged edge of fear,
where every misstep threatens an endless night.
lilac dome
ember wind
mossy hill
rigid juniper
fluid shuttle