twilit plaza
It never comes the way I’m told it should,
just silence stretching thin across the days,
then something shifts beneath me where I stood,
a quiet threat unfolding in strange ways.
A pressure builds, then settles in too deep,
like distant thunder buried under skin,
it hums through bone, it tangles through my sleep,
and dread crawls slow and certain from within.
I try to name the ache before it blooms,
to catch the moment just before it breaks,
but timing slips and leaves me guessing rooms
inside a body full of small mistakes.
And then it comes—not gentle, not delayed,
but all at once, a flood I can’t outrun,
as if the weight of waiting has been paid
in sharper pain instead of being done.
The cramps arrive in waves that don’t align,
no steady rise, no mercy in their fall,
just twisting knots that tighten out of time,
a rhythm that refuses sense at all.
Still somewhere in the chaos, something stays,
not calm, not whole, not anything I knew,
just quiet strength that lingers through the haze—
I break, I bend, but still I make it through.
halcyon perch
magic barn
fallow urchin
hidden tulip
somber jacinth
past harness
inner solstice
ocean parcel
versed river
solar finch
zealous crypt
civic current
loud fractal
serene tree
vagrant swift
stuck sundial
torpid night
chilly snow
