Tuesday, August 18, 2026

The Hollow Nest


 

you came in
wearing rain
like borrowed skin.

your shoes grew wings.
time ate its hands.

memory, a cracked mirror,
kept your face
in every shard.

the wine tasted of rust.
the moon drowned.

but you never came.
the door dreamed you.

by morning,
I held only feathers—

you nested in the hollow I became.

 

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