The Fracture

Glass in the vein. Bone split in twain. What you call ruin— I call door. Fracture. Not failure. Fracture. Not end. Through the split, the light bleeds. Through the wound, the vow feeds. Shhh— Listen. That’s the sound of skin tearing. That’s the hymn of bone breaking. Glass in the mouth, iron in the lung, Every silence choked, every prayer unsung. You call it broken. I call it truth. You call it failure. I call it proof. FRACTURE! NOT FAILURE! The vow is in the rupture! Tear me wide, I do not mend— Every break is how I begin! Ash in the wound, blood in the creed, Every scar a script, every cut—seed. Do not dress me in purity. Do not silence this scream. I am the hymn of ruin, the scar that dares to dream. FRACTURE! NOT FAILURE! NOT FAILURE! Fracture, fracture— bones alight! Through the cut— I claim the night!