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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Tuesday, August 18, 2026
The Hollow Nest
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