Carrion Light

I mistook the glow for something holy

But rot can shimmer too, if the light hits just right

I followed where your silence grew

Into the shape I thought was you

I named the dark to feel control

But ghosts don't answer when you call

The truth never lands, it circles above

Wings of static, heavy with love

Carrion light, show me the path

Where ruin becomes ritual

I'd rather decay in what we had

Than bloom in something fictional

You left like moss from the underside

Quiet, but thick with time

I speak your name in past-tense fire

Watching it flicker, watching it expire

Hope hums like a dying machine

In the house where we both stopped being

Carrion light, guide me through

The warmth of wounds we never closed

I wear your echo, frayed but true

A monument of almosts

"Not every light is salvation."

"Some just show how much is missing."

"And still—we follow"

Carrion light, burn me clean

Strip me to what stays

If I vanish from your memory

Let it be in flame

Let it be in flame