There is someone breathing when I hold my breath. Meeee… I built a chapel in my chest, with no door and no flame. I buried every broken prayer, but still it learned my name. The walls were made of swallowed words, the floor of things denied. And every time I closed my eyes, I heard him breathe inside. Inside… Sometimes he speaks my name. Sometimes he wears my face. Sometimes I feel his fingers moving softly through my voice. Sometimes he speaks my name. Again… WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU? A shadow dressed in flame? WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU? The part I never named! You crawl beneath my borrowed skin, you laugh behind my teeth. You are the bell I
