Sky folds inward—the stars run thin Footsteps fade—before they begin Glass on my fingers—but nothing bleeds The air hums low—but it won’t let me breathe Do I fall or do I float? Do I wake or disappear? Will the penance—wash the shadows from my skin? Or am I sinking—just to breathe again? Reaching—reaching—nothing holds The deeper I go—the less I know A voice calls out—but it’s not my name Shadows shift—in ways that don’t make sense The ground gives way—I fall with no end Weightless—but sinking—I’m already gone If I close my eyes—will I wake somewhere else? If I pay the price—will the ghosts let me go? Or do they live—in my lungs—stitched into my soul? I reach—I reach— But the hands I find—are only mine Silence has teeth— It bites down slow Swallowed whole—by something I used to know Will the penance—make the nightmares fade? Or am I drowning—just to feel awake? No up—no down—just echoes and air I reach—I fall—
