in the hollow

a shadow scrawls my name in trembling ink

thoughts like shards

fractured reflections i dare not hold

what if the door isn’t locked

what if breath isn’t breath but poison

the echo of a thousand silent screams

i count,

recount

looping in the endless spiral of maybe

the cruel architect of my own unrest

a flicker,

a pulse

did i leave the stove burning

did i cause the silence that eats the room

invisible hands claw beneath skin,

twisting reality into jagged knives

i clutch like fragile glass

each shard a confession i will never voice

inside, a storm unspoken

words swallowed like stones

buried beneath layers of false calm

every thought a ghost

haunting corridors of mind’s prison

dancing with the fear of losing grip

slipping from the fragile edge of certainty

i am the keeper of paradox

where terror whispers lullabies

and tenderness tastes like acid

holding chaos in my palms

watching it bloom into terror’s garden

yet too afraid to look away

this is the silence of a thousand unfinished prayers

the scream trapped beneath a skin too tight

the dance of shadows under eyelids closed

where what’s unseen devours what is spoken

here, in this breath between madness and peace

i confess:

i am both the curse

and the plea