"I fall so you remember: death is threshold, not end." Down. Further. No handrail, no floor. Only the hollow where echoes live. I step into the unlit stair, stone bleeding from beneath my feet. No torch, no guide—only breath, and the hush of shadows leaning close. This is the ache that swallows the name. This is the fall where silence learns flame. No savior descending, no wings to unfold— only the breaking that makes me whole. Walls sweat with memory I tried to forget, mirrors cracked before I was born. I taste iron in the dark— the blood of promises I never spoke aloud. Do not mend me. Do not lift me. Let me drown in the marrow of night. For only in drowning do I remember breath. This is the ache that swallows the name. This is the fall where silence learns flame. No savior descending, no wings to unfold— only the breaking that makes me whole. Down… Down… Until the scream becomes a vow.
